Nam June Paik has spent his career thinking inside the box -- the TV -- and his retrospective is broadband, with hundreds of fascinating channels.

Walker Evans's photographs, on exhibit at the Met, transcend all the platitudes -- providing a portrait of the American soul.

Two shows at the Museum of Natural History look at people who decorate their bodies and at butterflies, who have no choice in the matter.

The paintings of Jenny Saville, the latest prodigy from the Freud-Bacon school of British fleshmongers, amount to a kind of anti-advertising.

Artists once dreamed about the future; now they just worry about Y2K like the rest of us. Here, three shows look to the past for a vision of a brave new world.

In the casually snapped photographs of Daido Moriyama, the boundaries between art and life, like the images themselves, can be blurry.

The Public Library uncovers anatomy of a different sort.

The Guggenheim reveals Francisco Clemente in all his voluptuary, self-involved glory.

In Carleton Watkins's exquisite photographs of the developing American West, everything -- natural and manmade -- seems to have a purpose.