A young abstract painter from San Francisco explains why Instagram is the best art critic of all.
The business and madness of modern sports appear, through subtle augmentation, in classics of American art.
Paintings of New York from the perspective of a plane flying at 1,200 feet, along the Hudson River.
Tobacco farmers, churchgoers, and signs of rapid growth crop up like kudzu along North Carolina’s Highway 15-501, aka Tobacco Road.
Portraits of scientists, explorers, and other “professional dreamers” who have found their way to the North Pole.
Masterful portraits from 10 years of photographing the west side of Chicago.
A redacted version of Mao Tse-tung’s Little Red Book, illustrated with photographs of contemporary China, becomes a story for modern times.
Cityscapes as you’ve never seen them before, built from luxury watches, sapphire pools, and other media prescriptions for the perfect life.
Large-scale, hand-drilled portraits—where pixels are drilled from enormous blown-up photographs—of people killed in Mexico’s drug wars.
Large-scale abstract paintings that recall networks, maps, and schematic diagrams—and with each subsequent viewing can become anything at all.
Photographs of life inside a mining boom, from Montana to Texas, that’s producing a new, modern version of the Wild West.
Photographs from a new book of American public libraries—some famous, some neglected, some both—plus an essay by former Poet Laureate Charles Simic.