Centre Pompidou’s exhibition on the Weimar Republic reveals more than meets the eye.
The Berlin Biennale overlooks the fact that art doesn’t need to be didactic.
Documenta 15 is all about networking.
Kinga Bartis’s works speak into the dominant feminisms and surrealisms of our time, but successfully evades all the words.
Barbara Kruger goes low in a surprisingly melancholy show at Neue Nationalgalerie in Berlin.
In Dakar, art arises from a sense of absolute necessity. That makes Dak’Art a biennial that holds together an entire continent.
Ten years after her death, Ulla Rosen Winbladh Culioli’s tapestries are being shown for the very first time. Galerie Odile Ouizeman’s show in Paris is a revelation.
Lunds Konsthall presents Gülsün Karamustafa’s work as a response to government repression in Turkey.
‘Did you go to sleep with your dead wife in your lap, father?’ Lene Berg’s Festival Exhibition at Bergen Kunsthall pulls no punches.
For Synnøve Anker Aurdal’s vibrant textile work, the Astrup Fearnley Museum’s intrusive architecture is an easy match.
Sergey Bratkov’s exhibition at Kohta in Helsinki is a sophisticated slap in the face.
Det Kosmiske Hierarki takes Freetown Christiania’s local currency outside the commune. The result is also a song of freedom.