Frans Josef Petersson är sedan 2014 svensk redaktör för Kunstkritikk. Han är född 1977, boende i Stockholm och mångårig medarbetare på Aftonbladets Kultursida.
Viktor Kopp’s new exhibition in Stockholm reframes the dichotomy between sensual and intellectual pleasure. He also returns to a favourite subject: chocolate.
Academic research is driving art in a direction where it will require shock treatment to be resurrected.
After a ten-year hiatus, Kristina Eriksson is back with a new set of paintings about the main feature of human inadequacy – that we are all going to die.
After a tumultuous start of the year, the autumn season is back on track in Sweden. Yet, resentment is bubbling under the surface.
Lina Bjerneld shows how the current state of exception is an extension of yesterday’s political malaise.
Louisiana’s Nancy Spero retrospective mishandles the legacy of a significant feminist artist.
Can Jarl Ingvarsson deliver us from late capitalism’s pandemic fatigue?
Have women artists ever been as prominent as in Sweden during the spring of 2020?
Which were the most memorable artworks, exhibitions and books of 2019? Frans Josef Petersson is editor of Kunstkritikk in Sweden.
Iris Smeds’s exhibition at Bonnier’s Konsthall is an exorcism of neoliberal exceptionalism.
In Sweden, authors like Ursula Le Guin, Valerie Solanas, and the Danish poet Inger Christensen set a literary tone for an auspicious autumn season.
Frank Bowling’s retrospective at Tate Britain marks the homecoming of a great contemporary painter.
Artist Germain Ngoma on why almost none of his work from the last twenty-five years has been shown in public, and his unremitting obsession with styrofoam.
Viktor Kopp’s new exhibition in Stockholm reframes the dichotomy between sensual and intellectual pleasure. He also returns to a favourite subject: chocolate.
Kirsten Ortwed’s unsentimental art appears the antithesis of our fearful contemporary. But how do you become a hardcore Rhineland sculptress? Is there a recipe?
The freedom of art may be the single most disturbing phenomenon in a thoroughly organised democratic society – and its most shocking injustice.
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