Anselm Kiefer

There is a public feud that had erupted in the upper echelons of the art world. The emperor is suddenly naked and his minions are scrambling to publically cover their asses. Mud is being slung far and wide.

It was only a matter of time before Anish Kapoor, sculptor-extraordinaire of all things bulbous, shiny and massive, was invited to fill up the exhibit...

Anselm Kiefer's show was a nexus of aesthetic cliches in the work, its scale, size, and the obvious expense of production, shipping, and installation, with an arrogation of Judaism that I found outrageous.

Anselm Kiefer's new exhibition at Gagosian Gallery is a monochromatic forest with walls of flaking, mud-encrusted canvases that transports us into a world at times foreboding, at others, shamanic and mystical.

When people insist the Holocaust isn't a fit subject for any artist's undertaking, Kiefer, who attended the opening after refusing to come to this country while George W. Bush was in office, unequivocally gives the lie to the contention.

Gallery shows offer something pretty close to public art. They challenge the mind, nourish the soul, and it's all for free!

I had a chance to sit down with Anton Corbijn for a frank conversation about his work and process.

The tiny village of Le Garn in the south of France, a place which has inspired Monet, Van Gogh and Cézanne, is in the middle of the most beautiful nowhere I'd ever seen.