Maria Pasenau is raw, in every sense of the word.
A triennial resembling The Blob and the fear of meeting another person’s gaze ever again: 2025 has left its mark on Tommy Olsson.
Hannah Ryggen remains the most compelling part of the Hannah Ryggen Triennial.
Marte Gunnufsen’s exhibition at Noplace lulls you into a deceptive feeling of security.
In the empty parallel world we know as Tjuvholmen, Ida Ekblad’s paintings shout out in a polyphonic chorus: ‘Steal me and take me home!’
In the 2010s, Norwegian cultural politics began the deliberate disassembly of a functioning system under the pretence of having something to replace it with.
Once the last page has been read it is difficult to shake the feeling that Bjarne Melgaard’s novel is actually a piece of quite good late modernist prose.
With such wide-ranging ambitions I Wish This Was A Song at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Oslo almost had to become a very varied affair. Which is fine when you deliver – as this exhibition does.
Hélène Fauquet’s gleaming little treasure trove opened in Paris as the city burned and Art Basel Paris was forced to close early.
As established Oslo galleries fold, the artist-run scene edges ever closer to the market.
Estonian Indigenous identity under scrutiny in Tallinn.
Seth Price on chance, autobiography, and being with the question.
