“Care is control”

In this response to artist Josh Kline’s essay on the state of American art, I take a closer look at the idea that the art world has recently fallen into crisis. Kline argues that today’s system is no longer able to support artists in meaningful ways. I question that view by looking at the history of modern art and its institutions. From Soviet Constructivism and the WPA to the rise of Abstract Expressionism during the Cold War, art has always depended on political, economic, and institutional support. Rather than seeing current tensions as evidence of a broken system, I argue that they are a longstanding feature of cultural life. The essay challenges common assumptions about artistic independence and asks whether the art world was ever as autonomous as many people imagine.

The Theatre of Public Humiliation

My latest essay for @quillette is out now: “Arrest and Moral Pageantry.”

Monuments we deserve

I have previously discussed statues and monuments in two separate Quillette articles published in 2023 and 2025 respectively. The first one was about the muddled mess of a monument to MLK by Hank Willis Thomas on Boston Common, and the second about Thomas J Price’s unfortunate installation in the Times Square. My most recent publication in the Christmas issue of The Spectator considers what monuments reveal about broader societal dynamics. Public monuments are often treated as stable carriers of historical truth, yet their meanings are anything but fixed. They are shaped as much by ideology as by cultural anxiety about preserving nobility and purpose. In this essay, I move beyond familiar arguments for the preservation or removal of statues to ask what these objects actually do in civic life. At a moment when public memory is deeply contested, monuments become mirrors, reflecting contemporary values as much as the past they claim to represent.

Wayne Thiebaud’s Figure Paintings

My contribution to Rizzoli’s recent monograph on Wayne Thiebaud—a retrospective look at the painter, who passed away in 2021 at the age of 100—considers his figure paintings as rigorous meditations on perception, stillness, and the elusive drama of the everyday. Rejecting sentimental or anecdotal portraiture, Thiebaud cultivates a suspended psychological charge, inviting viewers into the role of Wollheim’s “unrepresented spectator.” His sitters—poised before or after action—occupy pared-down spaces where gesture is displaced by the quiet gravity of presence. Through this deliberate withholding, Thiebaud reanimates classical problems of painting, aligning himself with Velázquez and Manet while translating their concerns into an American vernacular. His figures do not perform; they simply—and profoundly—are.

The art of demolition

In “Appetite for Destruction,” published in Quillette, I trace a through-line from the vanished Bonwit Teller reliefs to the current transformation of the White House’s East Wing. Designed in 1929 in the Art Deco style, the Bonwit Teller bas-reliefs were originally promised as a gift to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but were destroyed in 1980 during the construction of Trump Tower—a moment that marked the ascendancy of branding over craftsmanship. Both that act and the recent White House remodel reveal a modern impulse to equate demolition with authorship, the rewriting of history as a declaration of power. The essay considers how architecture functions as both aesthetic expression and political gesture: what it means when the rhetoric of preservation yields to that of renovation.

Posthumanism, memes, and the end of the real

In our latest co-authored article, David Hawkes and I explore how political murder changes when filtered through memes, online circulation, and algorithmic reproduction. What emerges is less a crime of passion than a collapse of subjectivity, where digital culture blurs the line between image and act.

Svetlana Alpers on Art and Art History

My review of Svetlana Alpers beautiful new book Is Art History? (Hunters Point Press, 2024) is out in the Summer issue of The Hedgehog Review.