Too often we assume art requires interpretation. But paintings don’t need to broadcast meaning to be meaningful.
Over seven years, an artist watches a beloved forest suffer a “massive tree mortality event,” then gradually recover and become something new.
Biker rallies, rodeos, and other loud gatherings in the American South. Watch out for the flaming torches.
Photographs of communities existing around the mine dumps of Johannesburg, South Africa—defunct mines that were closed decades ago being re-mined for any traces of gold.
Paintings of divers, ships at sea, and Superman—wearing underpants or not—find common ground in quiet mystery.
Paintings of peculiar worlds where butterflies sizzle in frying pans. The more you pay attention, the less you’ll understand.
Female subjects painted in classics by Old Masters—Diana After the Hunt, The Rape of Europa—get their voices restored, and with them new narratives and powers.
Paintings made from commercial cassette tape can’t help but embrace a sense of decay that’s inherent to the material.
Portraits of a queer community in South India treat gender, biology, art, and family with emotional nuance—no exoticism in sight.
Incredible photographs from 10 years of documenting the quickly changing landscapes of the Arctic and Antarctic, where no two icebergs are alike.
A new book surveys the artistic career of Mark Mothersbaugh, from drawings that inspired DEVO to recent film scores.
Images of ships and shipwrecks, ocean ice and fireworks, that are simultaneously hot and cold, and full of turbulence.