“Love triangle” is a misleading term for the relationship between the artists Barry McGee, his late wife Margaret Kilgallen, and his second wife Clare Rojas, but the beautiful, elegiac story that Dana Goodyear weaves about their complicated romance is on the razor’s edge between tragedy and triumph, and it’s hard to shake. (New Yorker)
If you've ever wanted to know to what extent museum collections are less diverse than the art-viewing general populace, here's a place to look. (Hyperallergic)
Bob Nickas delves into the strange gaps in institutional collections of art from the 1980s, considering the paucity of Basquiats in major museums as a particularly egregious example. (MoMA, it’s shocking to learn, does not own a single one of the artist’s paintings.) (Artnews)
Here's an oral history of the Guerrilla Girls, the group of masked feminist artists enjoying a “victory lap” ahead of a Walker Art Center retrospective. (NYT)
Pete Wells reviews Untitled, the latest incarnation of the Whitney’s Danny Meyer restaurant, with a nod to Charles Ray. (NYT)