Denigrated by the Nazis, lauded by black intellectuals, embraced by the apartheid-era government, and fitting in everywhere and nowhere, the essence of the noted South African artist is hard to distill—and she’d probably like it that way.
Tel Aviv designer Naama Agassi discusses her trophy design for the iphiGenia Gender Design Award and why it’s based on starfish.
Taking chances isn’t always easy, but artist Genevieve Cohn believes embracing uncertainty can lead to amazing things.
We’re talking with Betty Tompkins and Sara Kay, two women in the contemporary art world, about how things have changed since decades past.
Somewhere along the way, “millennial” became a dirty word, or at least a tainted one—shorthand for lethargy, entitlement and fecklessness. All the while, young female artists were getting to work. A Women’s…
Reisha Perlmutter’s works in water is art of the double-take variety, possessing a photographic quality upon first glance. Perlmutter studied painting at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago and received her MFA from The New York Academy of Art.
Panmela Castro uses street art as a vessel to raise awareness for women’s rights in her native country.
Inspired by “space operas, pop culture, geometry and the setting sun,” Esther Ruiz’s objects splay the line between both distant and minimal and approachable and hypnotic.
Catalina Ouyang is a visual artist and self-described “child of the Chinese diaspora by way of St. Louis, New Jersey, and an obscure cul-de-sac outside of Chicago.”
Munich-based artist Alina Birkner’s paintings are the stuff of gallery-selfie dreams.
Aura Lewis loved drawing, so she decided to turn her illustrations into a meaningful career.
Photographer Aneta Bartos talks about her new series, “Family Portrait,” and why art should always make us uncomfortable.
Artist Janie Korn employs old-school claymation and stop-motion techniques, a hands-on art form that defies the challenges often associated with a lack of CGI training.
“There is no search for identity in my work. I know that identity doesn’t exist. There are only infinite layers of me. If I peel them back, like the skin of an onion, there will be nothing underneath.” —Kimiko Yoshida