MICHAEL MCFADDEN
The Sea, the Crown, and the Mess of History: Hew Locke’s Passages at the MFAH
Salt-crusted hulls drift through the galleries of the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston.
Reading the Rhythm: Deep Vellum Music & Literature Festival
This July, Deep Ellum, the historic Dallas neighborhood where blues once spilled from clubs into the street and where artists still gather in stubborn defiance of cultural amnesia, will become the setting for a new experiment in collective listening.
A Line, Learning: Cy Twombly at Menil Drawing Institute
There is a moment, standing before a work by Cy Twombly, when language begins to loosen.
The Image Bears Witness: Black Photojournalism Explored at The Carter
A camera moves through a crowd and pauses.
The Hands Shaping Houston: Clutch City Captures the City’s Character at HCCC
Houston has always answered to more than one name. Bayou City, Space City, H-Town, Screwston: each nickname captures a real part of its character, but none can contain the whole of it.
Dreaming in Data: Running the Code at the Blanton
In Run the Code: Data-Driven Art Decoded by Thoma Foundation X Blanton Museum of Art, code does not sit invisibly in the background. It becomes the medium itself: elastic, unstable, and strangely luminous.
Motion & Memory: Dynamic Exhibit of New African Masquerades at San Antonio Museum of Art
It’s been 11 years since painter Francisco Moreno took the local art world by storm with a hot-rod performance in an empty warehouse.
What the Eye Can’t Settle: Rubén Guerrero at the Meadows Museum
The canvas can be a site where architecture tries to remember itself and fails on purpose.
Photography as a Question: Wendy Watriss Curates at The Menil Collection
A documentary photograph can make a promise and then break it.
Global Visions, Local Ground: FotoFest at 40
Houston has a way of turning scale into a language.
The Stories We Carry: Angelica Raquel: Mystic Threads at the McNay Art Museum
Stories first live in the body. They prickle across the skin as goosebumps, catch in the throat as a gasp, and move along a family line, changing slightly with each retelling. A good story lingers, reshaping memory and place so that a river, a vacant lot, or a patch of brush never feels quite the same again.