Artsolido

07/23/2025

At the southwest corner of Washington Square Park, carved‑in concrete chessboards circle beneath swaying trees, bathed in golden afternoon light. This beloved “Chess Plaza” — featuring 15 built‑in stone tables arranged in a ring — is more than just a game space, it's a pulse of New York life: students, tourists, and neighborhood regulars gathering around battles of mind and speed....

At the southwest corner of Washington Square Park, carved‑in concrete chessboards circle beneath swaying trees, bathed in golden afternoon light. This beloved “Chess Plaza” — featuring 15 built‑in …

07/18/2025

Mi primera vez corriendo en Parque Central.O muy bien pudiera decir Central Park.Noventa y dos grados Fahrenheit. Cuarenta y pico en Celsius.Haber vivido menos de quince años bajo estos cielos te d…

07/18/2025

Una crónica sobre el arte, el amor y la incomprensión cultural detrás del mito. La historia oficial, repetida hasta el cansancio y sin mucha gracia, insiste en culpar a Yoko Ono por la separación de los Beatles. Pero quizás, si afinamos el oído y ajustamos el ángulo, descubrimos que la historia verdaderamente interesante es otra: no que Yoko haya destruido nada, sino que John Lennon —con su amor, su presencia, su intensidad— rompió Fluxus, ese movimiento libre y experimental que Yoko ya habitaba mucho antes de conocerlo....

Una crónica sobre el arte, el amor y la incomprensión cultural detrás del mito. La historia oficial, repetida hasta el cansancio y sin mucha gracia, insiste en culpar a Yoko Ono por la separación d…

07/14/2025

There’s only one Broadway. That much is true. And right now, it’s not just the rhythm of taxis, footsteps, and sirens composing its usual urban symphony. This summer, a different kind of beat punctuates the Broadway Malls—a sculptural hum, a visual murmur, a colorful hubbub that stretches from 64th Street to 117th like a surreal parade. The artist behind this playful intervention is Carl D’Alvia, a master of contradictions who invites us to laugh, reflect, and reimagine the role of sculpture in our public life....

There’s only one Broadway. That much is true. And right now, it’s not just the rhythm of taxis, footsteps, and sirens composing its usual urban symphony. This summer, a different kind of beat punct…

07/11/2025

En la superficie, “Perfect Day” de Lou Reed parece una simple y delicada canción de amor: un paseo por el parque, una película, una tarde compartida. Pero como ocurre con tantas obras nacidas en el corazón de Nueva York, lo que parece evidente encierra un abismo. Bajo su tono melancólico y su instrumentación casi cinematográfica, la canción es una meditación profunda sobre el yo, la ausencia, la ciudad, y la idea —tan neoyorquina— de que se puede estar completamente solo y, sin embargo, sentirlo todo....

En la superficie, “Perfect Day” de Lou Reed parece una simple y delicada canción de amor: un paseo por el parque, una película, una tarde compartida. Pero como ocurre con tantas obras nacidas en el…

07/08/2025

Paul Cézanne is, without a doubt, the pioneer of modern art. The master of masters. But beyond titles and legacies, he is, to me, the great card player. Not because he gambled, but because he returned to the same table with the discipline of a monk and the obsession of a visionary. There are works of art that follow you, and others you pursue....

Paul Cézanne is, without a doubt, the pioneer of modern art. The master of masters. But beyond titles and legacies, he is, to me, the great card player. Not because he gambled, but because he retur…

07/07/2025

Art-Sôlido presenta con orgullo una nueva publicación que busca tender puentes entre lenguas, épocas y sensibilidades: Poemas Selectos: Edna St. Vincent Millay, con prólogo, selección y traducción …

07/03/2025

I don’t know about you, but sometimes on the Fourth of July I’d rather be in a cool museum than sweating on a picnic bench watching fireworks fizz like a cliché. And maybe that’s why I think of Flag, that cool, waxy miracle Jasper Johns dreamed up in 1954. Not just a flag, the flag—except it isn’t waving or screaming, it's sitting there, quiet and stubborn, painted in encaustic like a wound that won’t quite scab over....

I don’t know about you, but sometimes on the Fourth of July I’d rather be in a cool museum than sweating on a picnic bench watching fireworks fizz like a cliché. And maybe that’s why I think of Fla…

06/25/2025

Well, someone lets the color talk. I mean really talk — not whisper, not behave. Candida Alvarez, in her Circle, Point, Hoop retrospective at El Museo del Barrio, lets it all loose: the fuchsia and the ochre, the emerald and the cherry pit black — memory’s palette, diaspora’s pulse, abstraction’s flirt with figuration. And the show? It spins like a kid in a living room trying to make the whole world dizzy....

Well, someone lets the color talk. I mean really talk — not whisper, not behave. Candida Alvarez, in her Circle, Point, Hoop retrospective at El Museo del Barrio, lets it all loose: the fuchsia and…

06/21/2025

Black life reimagined in full color and grayscale: Amy Sherald’s portraits stand at the intersection of memory, dignity, and myth. On a clear New York afternoon, just when the city seems too much l…

06/21/2025

Black life reimagined in full color and grayscale: Amy Sherald’s portraits stand at the intersection of memory, dignity, and myth. On a clear New York afternoon, just when the city seems too much like itself, I stepped into the Whitney and found myself somewhere else entirely. Amy Sherald was waiting, or maybe it was a boy in a canary-yellow hoodie, or a woman staring into the horizon with a rainbow on her chest....

Black life reimagined in full color and grayscale: Amy Sherald’s portraits stand at the intersection of memory, dignity, and myth. On a clear New York afternoon, just when the city seems too much l…

06/13/2025

You enter the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue—the lions, as always, pretending not to look at you—and without quite realizing it, you’ve stepped into a studio. The Wachenheim Gallery transforms into Robert Motherwell’s workspace, where books and pigments mix like gin and vermouth—though with decidedly more ink. Robert Motherwell: At Home and in the Studio, curated with special tenderness by Clare Bell, isn’t one of those hushed, mausoleum-style retrospectives....

You enter the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue—the lions, as always, pretending not to look at you—and without quite realizing it, you’ve stepped into a studio. The Wachenheim Gallery transf…