Oh, Canada’s tender cynicism.

There is no place at Tina Kim Gallery explores viewership, obscurity, and reflexivity.

A group exhibition showcasing emerging artists at Nunu Fine Art elevates contemporary art practices from Asia.

At-Will Adaptation prods our open wounds from attempting to be individuals, breaking down embryo, identity, and purpose.

A surrealist play adapted from Yevgenia Belorusets’s book attempts to unpack the unspeakable.

Figueroa St. Paintings at EUROPA elicits repose and meditation.

Superhouse presents a fiber art exhibition that unveils familiarity, history, and spatial lucidity.

Abby Lloyd and friends welcome you to their celebratory show-and-tell, with a salon-style display of art amidst the aftermath of a toothy and whimsical banquet. 

Peripheral Belonging navigates the outer limits of selfhood and collective knowing.

Exploring the sculptures and symbols of Amy Bravo’s solo show TransmogrificationNOW! at Swivel Gallery.

Justin Halle and Spencer Whale’s new play at The Tank follows a group of gay men at the end of the world.

At MoMA PS1, seven artists engage with reductive measures in the group exhibition Hard Ground. But is it possible to make nothing from something?

Takeda’s multimedia solo show, Something To Remember You By at Alison Bradley Projects, complicates material life cycles.

Rintsch’s figures, which she boxes into tight-cropped frames, possess a feeling of existential confusion and youthful dread.

Falling asleep thinking about Tolia, I hear a phrase: “Every parting surface is another entrance unfulfilled.”

In Philadelphia, BlackStar celebrates its 13th edition, spotlighting Black and Brown filmmakers.

Tompkins reexamines imagery meant for male self-pleasure, juxtaposing them with insults and violent rhetoric against women.

At Arsenal Contemporary, gaoyuan makes curatorial experimentations in the group show Theater of Energies.

“I listen to music through my eyes. I want my ballets to be music for the eyes.” – Bronislava Nijinska

There is always space for endless possibilities, but there is only enough space in a lifetime for one path of living.