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"Technology is both the remedy and the poison," artist Cao Fei quotes Bernard Stiegler, emphasizing the complex relationship between technological advancements and their impact on human practices.

We put them wherever we could. There are butterfly handles on the cabinets in the bedroom, and butterflies are woven into the bed hangings. They're even on the soap in the bath and on the tiles in the kitchen. There are so many butterflies in this apartment, you don't even notice them. But Mariah does.

"I love the paintings of Enrico Donati as I love a night in May." This sentiment from André Breton reflects the deep admiration he had for Donati's work, emphasizing the emotional connection to the art.

Censorship strips innocence from the young and kindness from the elderly. It discourages people from valuing justice, fostering selfishness instead.

The inaugural edition of a new Art Basel fair opened in natural gas-rich Qatar in February with a novel artist-curated format consisting of 87 dealers presenting focused, biennial-style displays by individual artists. The ruling Al Thani family, worth $200bn, toured the fair before it opened and reserved numerous works, leaving dealers to spend the next few days wondering if and when those reserves would convert into sales.

Private auctions are characterized by their curated nature, taking place outside the traditional public auction format, which allows for a more controlled and quieter sales environment.

Prada has unveiled new scaffolding on its building, currently undergoing renovation, that covers its facade in rippling layers of semitransparent Prada-green scrim paper. The result is a beautifully nuanced design solution that turns what's typically a functional safety requirement into a moiré urban dreamscape that becomes a visual extension of Prada's brand.

Every terrible thing always begins in the prettiest weather. Cruelty loves a clear sky. . . . Every war starts on a perfect day. This opening number from Diane Severin Nguyen's War Songs captured the paradox of experiencing extraordinary art and cultural vitality while geopolitical crises unfold, setting the tone for the week's contradictions.

The sculptures are designed to contrast Manhattan's monumental architecture with imagery drawn from fairy tales, archetypal symbols and dreamlike storytelling. Their polished steel surfaces will reflect the surrounding city while their whimsical forms invite pedestrians to pause-and maybe look up from their phones for a minute.

Jasper Johns seemed to reject the tortured, in-the-moment 'I' of Abstract Expressionism, ironically commenting on the heroism and spontaneity associated with Jackson Pollock and Willem de Kooning in his early work.

Kamrooz Aram is everywhere this year, from Mumbai Art Week to the Whitney Biennial, and critic Aruna D'Souza is grateful. She pens a beautiful meditation on his work, reading his abstract paintings as not simply a denunciation of Western modernism nor a reassertion of Islamic visual motifs, but something else entirely - something gestural, exuberant, riotous, and incomparably his own.

AT FIRST GLANCE, the phrase "avant-garde advertising" might seem like a contradiction in terms: The avant-garde is assumed to be inherently anti-capitalist and the realm of advertising crassly commercial. But the involvement of avant-garde artists with advertising is in fact rich, complex, and long-standing, encompassing a full century of collaborations, critiques, and reworkings of all sorts. That entanglement-in all its diversity-is the topic

If you want to sell Basquiats and Birkins to the very rich, it might help to have a location on Billionaires' Row. It might also help if that location had a certain cultural cachet. Bonhams, the international auction house, managed to find such a spread in a 42,000-square-foot space that is knitted from the lower floors of an odd collection of prewar buildings and razed lots, with pops of old brick walls and limestone interrupting expanses of sheer, contemporary glass.

It's an interesting connection between that table and these clothes, because Marc Jacobs has been in Wonderland for a few seasons, making garments swollen with great buboes of fabric and wadding that distended and deformed the body, like majestic mutants. They were wondrously otherworldly, outscale and, to most people, unwearable. Intentionally so. This collection, by contrast, brought Jacobs literally down to earth, taking his models off teetering platforms and into plain old high heels.

Last summer, Alexander Wang bought the Beaux-Arts HSBC bank on Bowery and Canal for $9.5 million in cash. At the time, the fashion designer declined to say what he was planning to do with the domed 1924 landmark, which HSBC had shuttered a few years earlier. Now, Wang and his mother Ying - one of the co-trustees on the deed - have announced that they will be opening an Asian American cultural center, Wang Contemporary, in the 17,600-square-foot space at 58 Bowery.

Looking at old art gives me a sense of craftsmanship, of what can be achieved with paint. There is nothing comparable with Tefaf. The atmosphere of quality is unmatched. Contemporary art collectors are discovering value in historical works and the fair's curatorial standards, representing a potential shift in how different collector demographics engage with art across temporal boundaries.

Stephen Friedman was overdue filing when he went into liquidation on 2 February, closing his London gallery immediately (his New York venue shuttered around the same date). At the time of writing, invoices remain unpaid and artists unable to retrieve works from storage companies. In a statement, Friedman says 'all matters are now subject to the administrator's consideration'.

He said, 'These are amazing,' His wife came alongside him. Within three minutes he told me, 'I am going to take Michael Jackson, Marilyn Monroe, and Elvis Presley.' I said, 'That's amazing. Thank you so much.' Prices for the works ranged from $50,000.

"As I stood and looked at it on a drizzly gray day," John Yau writes of looking at a radiant painting by Edward Zutrau, "I forgot that it was raining." That's what art can do - stop you in your tracks, make you forget absolutely everything save for that essential encounter between you and the work.