Lisa Hoke on Addie Herder

Hers are the machines that we can’t hold onto, fleeting signs of our human desire to mark which way to go.

Suzanne Unrein on Henri Rousseau

His mane strangely blows forward on a windless night, while his eye appears as a mesmerizing orb that plays off the moon and mandolin.

Azita Moradkhani on Louise Bourgeois

The tension between the bodies of mother and child builds up until the moment of physical separation with the delivery of a new entity in the world. Bourgeois depicts that moment using transparent skins of juicy crimson.

Brian Alfred on Jo Baer

Its minimal linear elements raced around the side of the canvas and played with my expectations of where paint would normally be.