I’ve have a headache all day. Going to call it a night.
Over her four-decade-long career, artist Kiki Smith has made sculptures of body parts, tapestries depicting animals and the cosmos, and drawings of wolves and women—a strange confluence of the corporeal and the fantastic, with distinct feminist undertones. Smith is known as a leader of the downtown art scene that emerged in Manhattan throughout the 1980s, and many of her pieces have a dark fairy-tale quality—as if they could illustrate pages from the Brothers Grimm. I expected for the artist herself to have a bit of magic about her.
The religious rights bill heads back to the Senate without wording authorizing Attorney General Dan Paxton to sue San Antonio on behalf of Chick-Fill-A.
The most dangerous place for women is in their own homes, a new report from the United Nations concludes.