Venice Biennale: slaps, drenchings and Dobermans on the prowl
The main show is a woolly walk through hand-wringing hippydom and flowerpot trainers. But elsewhere, the biennale bares its teeth in works of danger and daring
The main show is a woolly walk through hand-wringing hippydom and flowerpot trainers. But elsewhere, the biennale bares its teeth in works of danger and daring
Tate Modern, London
Driven by an insatiable curiosity, the groundbreaking artist took the triumphs and wreckage of American life and turned them into art – and this brilliant show captures his extraordinary range
The jury of this year’s prize are doing what they should do – giving intriguing new art a platform. They’ve certainly piqued this critic’s curiosity
Our critic revisits Abramović’s residency at the Serpentine and finds its stifling silence and exam-style tasks evoke more production-line misery than mindfulness
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