A century ago, they really knew how to spend money.

Yes, Kiki Smith’s art can shock. But she’d rather make you a little sad.

Two fresh looks at Saul Steinberg’s perfectly off-kilter urban landscape.

It was a year of gigantism: A huge show of Dada. Norman Foster’s diamond-faceted 46-story tower. A $135 million Klimt. The Lower East Side galleries kept gaining stature. And the Morgan Library bulked up without sacrificing its charm.

Once again, the Guggenheim tries to cram an entire culture—this time Spain’s—into one sweeping show. But, oh, those Goyas.

At the Metropolitan, those vicious, vulgar Weimar portraits get to bare their teeth.

New York needs a museum that really knows how to deal with contemporary art, and the downtown Whitney could be it—if it has the nerve.

Manet's Execution of Maximilian is the exceedingly rare piece of political message art that really delivers.

Brice Marden saw how to cool down Abstract Expressionism without quenching the fire.

“Americans in Paris” recalls the years when, if you wanted to paint, you moved to Montmartre.