In 2005, the bubble didn’t burst, and the Chelsea gallery scene kept expanding—while heavies like Matthew Marks and Damien Hirst called attention to themselves (yet again). The Met reestablished its stellar reputation. Digital art took a small step forward. Oh, and someone put a bunch of saffron fabric in the park.

"I don't rehearse, because performance art is not about rehearsal; that's what makes it different from theater."

Let the experts parse whether Rizzuto was a great photographer or merely an interesting one; the rest of us can plunge into the intense, faintly foreign mid-century coiffure and formality of dress.

Tracey Emin’s a brassy, confessional celebrity in London. Isn’t it time for New York to pay attention?

A museum exhibit about Charles Darwin? That’s timely.

For many contemporary-art watchers, the Chelsea house is where the real action is.

“Of course, there’s the relationship between the church and colonialism,” says Shonibare. “But I'm also concerned with the poetic and the poise.”

Is Jenny Holzer’s art in danger of being washed away by the digital storm that surrounds her?

"Most of my work, except the 'LOVE' paintings, is bound up in autobiography, bits and pieces of my life, my geography, my history, my friends."

William Eggleston's Photo Portraits at Cheim & Reid.