How Van Gogh rendered his flickery world in the hard lines of pen and ink.

In Santiago Calatrava, New York may have found an architectural savior. And lucky for us, he’s even moving to town.

Our buildings are boring, our cultural institutions tentative, our sex lives constrained. Maybe a world-class city shouldn’t be quite so thoroughly babyproofed.

Elizabeth Murray embraced Pop Art’s playfulness without succumbing to chilly detachment.

Masterpieces abound in the Guggenheim’s “Russia!”—but it all seems too official.

The mad geniuses of “Obsessive Drawing” doodle around the outside edges of outsider art.

One could easily have written off Joan Snyder as too earnest and cuddly. But there’s steel under those warm fuzzies.

More than 30 years after the artist’s death, a wonderful Robert Smithson folly bobs up at Manhattan’s edge.

By organizing an exhibition of his drawings instead of paintings, the Metropolitan Museum of Art will give us a somewhat less familiar portrait of the popular Dutch master than we are accustomed to seeing.

A century of attempts to catch a spirit in the act.