The fussy nightmares of Jim Woodring.
No, I’m not stonedjust tripping on the Henry’s new sight line to heaven.
A quiet look back at Sept. 11.
Two recent titles show how power grabs and secret plots never go out of style. Or print.
Stumbling through the clichés of avant-gardism at Sand Point.
Baja to Vancouver’ has its pleasures, but why do they all seem so familiar?
It’s hard to talk about Michael Spafford’s pictures without sounding like a pretentious art professor—oh, look at the negative space!…
Insulating us from danger, Elizabeth Jameson heightens the anxiety.
Do we have to hate America in order to get out of Iraq? Two new titles provide a perspective.
The museum refugees at Thread are buffing up Seattle’s low-budget art world.
L.A. artists create semiplausible dwellings.
