Cognitive Dissonance Cognitive Dissonance is something most adults understand, and relate to. That two things you believe or value could be in direct conflict with one another is a frustrating, anxiety-filled way to live in this gray-shaded world. The new series of work by Dallas-based artist Gaeb Cardinale shares a…
Between Dog and Wolf It’s highly possible you’ve seen the French idiom: entre chien et loup. It roughly translates to Between Dog and Wolf, inspiring the name for artist Danny Williams exhibition at Barry Whistler Gallery (2909-B Canton St.). It refers to the way dusk can obscure the outline of…
‘Tis the season to shop local and shop well. Just don’t buy your gifts at Walmart, capiche?…
El Mercado Lest we forget, galleries exist to sell art. Is the art often well-curated and are the artists often hand selected? Yes, of course. But they are shops, nonetheless. And in the spirit of the shopping season, Erin Cluley Gallery (414 Fabrication St.) presents El Mercado. It’s inspired by…
Walking into Circuit 12 Contemporary, the first thing you see is the above photograph. It’s titled Sundowner, I’ve been told by one of the participating artists – the exhibition’s curator actually, Gregory Ruppe. But he doesn’t tell me whose piece it is. Well, he tells me at first, but then…
At approximately 2 a.m. Saturday, I jerked awake. In my dreams, my mind had constructed a computer that fabricated dreams based on the tone and pitch of my voice, as I read poetry aloud. On this screen of my subconscious there was a forest scene, and over the futuristic speakers…
Peter Ligon It would be difficult to dig up someone who doesn’t like Peter Ligon’s landscapes. Even if you’re not keen on landscape painting generally, there’s something about Ligon’s emotive, messy pieces that don’t scream of photo source material. The painter captures every Dallas scene from trees in winter to…
It’s a simple conceit. You can almost hear the artist thinking it to herself: I’ll wear my mother’s dresses. Entering Cydonia Gallery’s new exhibition by Mexican artist Julieta Aguinaco, The Depth of Now, I found myself jealous. At least her mom kept hers. My mother forever interested in discarding. Yearbook…
Ed Blackburn’s Ancient History I find myself pointing to shows at Mountain View College’s Cliff Gallery quite a bit recently. I’m not sure if it’s just a string of good shows, recently acquired awareness of the space, or if the programming has seen an uptick. Regardless, this weekend the space…
Art Conspiracy, the coolest art party in Dallas, started a decade ago as a way to raise money for people displaced by Hurricane Katrina. The brainchild of two Dallas culture-philes, Jason Roberts and Sarah Jane Semrad, that first year a small team cleaned up the then-vacant Texas Theatre, hung the…
Left Hand First In daily life, pretty is quite the compliment. Sure, it may rank lower than beautiful or stunning. But every good flatterer knows the power of telling a woman she’s pretty. In art, pretty is perjorative. You want to insult a serious painter? Tell her that her life’s…
Teenaged girls are a peculiar species. And Twitter is an even weirder place. Put those two together and you have today’s No. 1 trending topic that is #alexfromtarget. Yes, a young girl tweeted a picture of a long-haired boy, who could be plucked out of any current chart-topping boy band,…
Draftsmen of the Apocalypse CentralTrak opens a group exhibition that explores violence and “mankind’s eventual doom.” All the artists in this exhibition use their work to pinpoint or illuminate aspects of violence in either history or the present day. While seemingly apropos for Halloween weekend, it seems the thread that…
Patricia Reed’s “The Two” greets visitors to Zhulong Gallery’s international group show, Systema. A pair of bright red megaphones frozen in french kiss, any amplified messages lost in the other, in what you can imagine as an echo chamber of yelling instructions. When used appropriately, megaphones can relay instruction to…
Sometimes ink is given to the artists showing at the Nasher Sculpture Center simply due to its reputation. Which is not unexpected: It’s the norm in the art world to approach a venerated institution’s offerings as more noteworthy than less high-profile spaces. Plus, with bigger marketing budgets, the Dallas Museum…
Fill October’s final full weekend with art. As fall trickles into town in fits and starts, decorate your life at these galleries. And for once, Friday is the stronger night to hit the galleries, although there will be compelling work to see Saturday as well. Ella Kruglyanskaya’s Grafika Much of…
Dallas can be a difficult city to be proud of. I’m sure that statement brings with it numerous detractors who will verbally punt me back to wherever I’m from. I grew up here, just to be clear, and even moved back after very quickly falling out of love with New…
Liliana Bloch might run the smallest gallery in town. With just a few white walls cordoning off her art inside Brian Gibb’s The Public Trust, she’s proving with each exhibition she programs that in the art world, it’s not size that matters…
Digital-Distraction at Barry Whistler Gallery Put down your cellphone and see some art this weekend. For his latest work, John Pomara found himself interested in the way digital technology simultaneously connects us and disconnects us. Everyone has that friend who’s in constant communication with everyone except the people in front…
Everyone’s seen a Renoir, most people know about Degas’ dancers, or recognize Manet’s Balcony. The ubiquity of Impressionism inspires films, fiction, and even credit card embellishment. “Two Girls at a Piano” reminds a father of his two daughters, so he finds a knock off online; an art student stares endlessly…
Saturday night, the Stafford sisters open their final art exhibition on Dragon Street. Aptly titled, Always and Forever, it’s a show revolving around memento mori – or objects that warn or remind of death. But their gallery isn’t dying; it’s growing. “We had two options, we could close or we…
Much of the art on display in The Modern’s newest exhibition doesn’t belong in a museum. The very title, Urban Theater: New York Art in the 1980s, implies the art’s original presence in the streets. Even today, after decades of moving the risky stuff off the streets and onto the…
