OBSESSED delves into the quandary of authenticity within the contemporary digital (ir)reality.

Bad Girls at OCDChinatown enacts an irreverent love for the feminine entanglements of the everyday.

In a site-specific work by the Past Lives creator, surrealism and incest are the only options.

The Guggenheim’s new Orphism exhibition expands our understanding of the century-old movement. 

Reflecting on rituals of mourning, Nakazato delineates the in-between space of queer and biracial existence through repetitive acts of mapping, translating, and cloning.

Oh, Canada’s tender cynicism.

There is no place at Tina Kim Gallery explores viewership, obscurity, and reflexivity.

A group exhibition showcasing emerging artists at Nunu Fine Art elevates contemporary art practices from Asia.

At-Will Adaptation prods our open wounds from attempting to be individuals, breaking down embryo, identity, and purpose.

A surrealist play adapted from Yevgenia Belorusets’s book attempts to unpack the unspeakable.

Figueroa St. Paintings at EUROPA elicits repose and meditation.

Superhouse presents a fiber art exhibition that unveils familiarity, history, and spatial lucidity.

Abby Lloyd and friends welcome you to their celebratory show-and-tell, with a salon-style display of art amidst the aftermath of a toothy and whimsical banquet. 

Peripheral Belonging navigates the outer limits of selfhood and collective knowing.

Exploring the sculptures and symbols of Amy Bravo’s solo show TransmogrificationNOW! at Swivel Gallery.

Justin Halle and Spencer Whale’s new play at The Tank follows a group of gay men at the end of the world.

At MoMA PS1, seven artists engage with reductive measures in the group exhibition Hard Ground. But is it possible to make nothing from something?

Takeda’s multimedia solo show, Something To Remember You By at Alison Bradley Projects, complicates material life cycles.

Rintsch’s figures, which she boxes into tight-cropped frames, possess a feeling of existential confusion and youthful dread.

Falling asleep thinking about Tolia, I hear a phrase: “Every parting surface is another entrance unfulfilled.”