The signature on the jaunty, vaguely surrealistic desert landscape you see above reads “Pete Doige 76.” That’s two letters and two digits removed from the name of Peter Doig, one of the world’s most renowned and successful living painters. Are Doig and Doige one and the same? That’s the $5 million question.

I noticed the window display you see above at the Union Square American Eagle store while walking to work one day last week. It looks a lot like the streetwear brand Supreme, which is to say it looks like the work of the artist Barbara Kruger. A ubiquitous clothing line seducing its customers with the visual language…

Algorithmic artist Matthew Plummer-Fernandez made a Soundcloud bot that randomly generates new versions of of David Cameron’s jaunty Prime Minister exit ditty, so you can keep listening to “doot dooooo, doo dooo” forever and ever.

Eli Valley is publishing a collection of his comics this year with OR Books.

Petr Pavlensky—my favorite performance artist since he nailed his scrotum to the Red Square to protest Russia’s police state and “the apathy, political indifference, and fatalism of Russian society”—has been in jail since November, after he set fire to Moscow’s Federal Security Service (FSB) headquarters’…

This addition to the growing list of nom de Trumps comes from vintage Associate Press wires. Meet “Donald Baron,” who briefly appeared in print 36 years ago.

Top-tier Italian artist Maurizio Cattelan came out of self-imposed retirement to bring you a unique chance to experience his newest sculpture in a personal and tactile manner, with your butt. Starting May 4th, the Guggenheim will have a fully functional replica of the museum’s standard Kohler toilet in solid…

Billionaire Hollywood mogul David Geffen, whose ability to use charity donations to embody the principle of selfishness is truly astounding, made—spoiler alert!!!—another gaudy, wasteful, self-aggrandizing charity donation today.

In November, artist Petr Pavlensky—now famous for nailing his scrotum to the ground in the Red Square—set fire to the wooden doors of Moscow’s Federal Security Service headquarters. He stood there quietly with the gasoline canister for about 30 seconds until he was arrested. He was charged with “vandalism motivated by…

To celebrate the 40th anniversary of punk this November, the son of the Sex Pistols’ manager says he will burn his $5 million collection of punk memorabilia. That’s fuckin punk.

A piece of art inspired by the minor scandal currently unfolding over a Denver municipal building, in the style of the pieces of art that inspired the scandal, might look something like this: a painting of a piece of art hanging on a wall, and the art is just the word “ART” painted in red on a canvas, and a policeman…

The Wall Street Journal reports the end of a lawsuit against the Metropolitan Museum of Art—one of the greatest museums in the world, though still not as good as most museums in D.C.—that alleged admissions-price trickery. Now, the Met will use less misleading language about the price of entry, but the sign will still…

Recently, periodically self-aware human and artist Kanye West announced that he is $53 million deep into “personal debt.” Mark Zuckerberg has yet to express an interest in helping. So, we’ve looked into some alternative financing options possibly available. Specifically, emergency art grants.

Brooklyn artist Jessica Olah is making 2,340 PB&J sandwiches in five days, for art. “Doing something small like this could mean something much bigger if it is done with intentionality,” she said. Peanut butter and jelly is a tasty sandwich combination.

Over the weekend, a group of street artists took advantage of New York’s desolate, snow-caked roads in order to paint a crude memorial honoring David Bowie. Unfortunately, the tribute is bad and makes no sense.

What good is a work of art that sits in a storage space, unseen by anyone? No good at all!!!

This graffiti appeared in the wee hours of Monday morning, directly beneath a Trump-branded Manhattan apartment tower.

I was drinking my second Ketel One and orange juice at 9:30 am on a private jet between the Marine Air Terminal at Laguardia Airport and Grand Rapids, Michigan when I realized this trip might have been a bad idea.