A spiffed-up Madison Square Park gets the kind of summer visitors that New Yorkers actually like.

Pollock’s works on paper are more intimate than his giant paintings, but no less artful in their freedom—and control.

The Metropolitan rediscovers Girodet—and Enlightenment France never looked so kinky.

A retrospective recalls the short, productive career of Eva Hesse, where Surrealism met Minimalism.

Renzo Piano’s Morgan Library looks blah from the street—but it may be the city’s only walk-in reliquary.

Two shows—one of ancient art, one contemporary—prove that the Met knows its way around modern obsessions.

Critical opinion has jelled: The new Modern is too safe. Can it become more than just a museum again? Should it?

A new photography show at ICP reminds us to reexamine the clichés of the Western eye.

It’s easy to dismiss William Wegman as “oh, that dog guy.” So why do we keep looking?

Another Whitney Biennial that was supposed to break the mold turns into a solid, stolid survey.