Night at the Biennial

Night at the Biennial

Night at the Biennial. Get the kids and run. (all images by Damien Davis) Prologue: Doors The champagne flutes rattled as The Museum’s grand atrium doors groaned shut. At first, no one noticed. The art world rarely notices when the walls start closing in. The collectors were too busy air-kissing. The curators were trading gossip about Venice. The artists were adjusting their name tags to catch the light just right for photographs. Then the sound…

Food as Metaphor and Method in the Inaugural Bukhara Biennial

As I sit in the courtyard of the 16th-century Khoja Gavkushon complex and watch the water catch the late afternoon light, I’m struck by how the site embodies the spirit of Uzbekistan’s first international art biennial. This courtyard has witnessed centuries of gathering, commerce, and cultural exchange. Now it serves as the beating heart of the biennial’s inaugural edition, where tradition and contemporary art converge in ways both tender and tr…