There are so many things to look at in a museum–but that doesn’t mean that art doesn’t exist in unplanned and accidental encounters. Today #Hashtags reprints one of our favorite essays from last year, on the topic of uncurated looking. It was miraculous to me, only because I had never seen the space behind the doors. Yet, it was shameful, as if I had seen[…..]
As part of our ongoing partnership with Art Practical, Daily Serving is sharing an article on SFMOMA‘s Stage Presence exhibition by Patricia Maloney. The exhibition Stage Presence, curated by Rudolf Frielingfor the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (SFMOMA), provides an outstanding exploration of theatrical modes of representation in contemporary visual art. The exhibition posits that visual art possesses the same aim of self-reflective awareness on the part of its[…..]
#Hashtags provides a platform for longer reconsiderations of artworks and art practices outside of the review format and in new contexts. Please send queries and/or ideas for future columns to hashtags@dailyserving.com. It was miraculous to me, only because I had never seen the space behind the doors. Yet, it was shameful, as if I had seen something I ought not to have seen and, worse, had[…..]
Help Desk is an arts-advice column that demystifies practices for artists, writers, curators, collectors, patrons, and the general public. Submit your questions anonymously here. All submissions become the property of Daily Serving. Help Desk is cosponsored by KQED.org. If you were intrigued by last week’s Q&A regarding negative reviews, check out this well-argued example on Art Practical. I’ve been noticing recently that there is a lot[…..]
What would you do if you were one of the most iconic artists in the world, having forged a name for yourself with unmistakably recognizable work? What do you do to move forward? You can reject all that has made you famous, continue to churn out the tried and true, take a page from Duchamp’s book and take up chess or try and build upon[…..]
L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley A friend of mine, a sculptor with immense brown eyes and a long figure that that always looks both cautious and comfortable with itself, was standing next to her brother’s Ford Explorer outside an Illinois gas station. They’d just been to see their grandfather in a rest home and it was the[…..]
