The artist fashions a playground at the end of empire. But wait... which empire? Under the volcano: Digging into Winifred's work Any good cook will tell you that reducing something doesn’t always mean diminishing it. Sometimes it’s the best way to intensify its personality. Size, we’ve learned in the era of streaming entertainment on tiny phone screens, does not determine how clearly a thing communicates. If it fills our senses, it can slip right into our bloodstream. And cer

Friendly, witty, loopy, impish, yes, but don't get him wrong: he isn't trying to throw you. Every rose has its thorn: Steve Datz's "In the Pink" Steve Datz will put you in mind of Jackson Pollock. Maybe he hates that comparison, and maybe he’s happy to own the influence; either way, it’s tough to ignore. Many of his paintings feature multicolored drip-squiggles on long, horizontal canvases. If they never quite achieve the intensity of Pollock’s plasma storms, they feel simil

Two looks at global fragility from opposite sides of the Pacific Worry beyond words: Mikako Fujiwara's "Karan-Koron" No nation has seen an uglier side of the Atomic Age than Japan. Hiroshima and Nagasaki remain the only cities devastated by nuclear bombs. After surrendering to the splitters of the nucleus, the Japanese promised never to rearm until the bombers (us) gave the okay. Fidelity to that pledge didn’t save them from another atomic megadisaster: the core meltdown at t