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Kyle Chayka on how minimalist artists work against language.
Eleanor Ray’s interest in creating linear order may be classical and cold, but her colors are lush, as if it were always the golden hour.
On SoHo’s cobblestoned Wooster Street, tucked above North Face and Lululemon boutiques stocked with neon athleisure, there is an otherwise empty, white, second-floor thirty-six-hundred-square-foot loft filled with 140 tons of dirt. It’s open to …
In “Revisited,” writers look back on a work of art they first encountered long ago. Here, Kyle Chayka revisits Anselm Kiefer’s Velimir Chlebnikov.