#sex-worker-art

#sex-worker-art

"I love the range in this booth, from large-scale ceramic totems to more intimate neon paintings. I'm always impressed by the artists Freeburg represents and the clarity of her program's mission."

E4TT explores women's immigration and identity in a multimedia chamber music concert featuring new works by Juhi Bansal, Vivian Fung, and Pamela Z, among others.

Tom Prochaska distinguished himself in many mediums: He was a masterful printmaker, an intuitive painter, a builder of papier-mâché figures, a creator of fused glass panels, and graphite-on-paper drawings.

Carter Shocket stated, 'They kind of felt like they happened and then they were over, like it wasn't a long-lasting kind of project. It was just a flash-in-the-pan kind of thing.'

My grandma was my biggest cheerleader to get to do this for her and to raise awareness and to help find a cure is just the most incredible feeling.

The title came from starting to look at what would be in the show and realizing that most of the works dealt with people being symptomatic, whether psychosomatically or somatically.

Knowles's performances, such as Make a Salad and Identical Lunch, showcased her unique approach to art through food, engaging audiences in the experience of preparation and consumption.

The curators of Greater New York really captured the energy of the city well - not the out-of-towner's New York with its glossy surfaces, brands, and trendy fare, but the gritty New York that's always in the process of formation, that rejects surface in favor of rawness.

Much of Instagram's video content is organized around transformation-the virtual magic of the before-and-after and clips that show cause and effect. A person makes pasta from scratch in 20 seconds via edits that compress time-intensive labor.

Casa Kahlo offers an unprecedented look into the famed Mexican painter's family home, Casa Roja, which stands just blocks away from Casa Azul in Mexico City. Kahlo would retreat to Casa Roja when Casa Azul got crazy.

Last summer, I did face painting at a block party in my Brooklyn neighborhood. In the sweltering August humidity, I rendered pink butterflies and Spiderman webs on tiny, sticky faces; unsurprisingly, my designs didn't last very long in the bouncy castle. Except for the glitter. For weeks, I found it in my hair, on my cats, in my sink, and in random corners of the house, migrating to and fro like dandelion fuzz.