May 9 – November 23, 2026
Fondazione Prada, Venezia, IT
Helter Skelter Arthur Jafa and Richard Prince
Liu Xiaodong: Host
LYDIA OURAHMANE May 5 Works
Giangiacomo Rossetti. The Dead
Tito Palace - Bevilacqua la Masa Foundation
from Monday, May 4, 2026 to Sunday, July 26, 2026
Hours: from 11am to 6pm
Fondazione Bevilacqua La Masa
curated by Milovan Farronato
Reika Takebayashi “A petal falling”
Nanae Mitobe 水戸部 七絵 “SUNDAY MARKET”
武内雄大「Blinking Bodies」
掛井五郎 「人間の問題」
Flying Organs yang02
ART IN THE PARK : SHUN SUDO "HANA-MI"
Zadok Ben-David - Second Nature -
JUDD ｜ Marfa
Cerith Wyn Evans
"IMAGINATION," a group exhibition featuring five artists active both in Japan and internationally
Aron Demetz Only Counting the Winters
Young British Artists (YBAs)
Paul Bowles
Hilary Pecis Love Letters
Warhol
If there's any single force behind the wild range of Warhol's art, it is his hatred of the already done.
Philip Pearlstein remembered that, more than anyone else in their clique, the young Warhol believed "that you should always try to find something new." This idea, so central to Warhol's entire career, wasn't something he was born with; we can track him learning it as a student aesthete in Pittsburgh. A teacher of his at Tech is supposed to have laid down the law to him: "You have got to do things the way you want them, and be damned with what I think, be damned with what anybody else around you thinks. Go do it the way you see it, to please yourself, or you'll never amount to anything."
Warhol, lake Gopnik, page 65
Theory of Colours, Goethe
The completeness of nature displays itself to another sense in a similar way. Let the eye be closed, let the sense of hearing be excited, and from the lightest breath to the wildest din, from the simplest sound to the highest harmony, from the most vehement and impassioned cry to the gentlest word of reason, still it is Nature that speaks and manifests her presence, her power, her pervading life and the vastness of her relations; so that a blind man to whom the infinite visible is denied, can still comprehend an infinite vitality by means of another organ.
And thus as we descend the scale of being, Nature speaks to other senses—to known, mis-understood, and unknown senses: so speaks she with herself and to us in a thousand modes. To the attentive observer she is nowhere dead nor silent; she has even a secret agent in inflexible matter, in a metal, the smallest portions of which tell us what is passing in the entire mass. However manifold, complicated, and unintelligible this language may often seem to us, yet its elements remain ever the same.
Theory of Colours, Johann Wolfgang Goethe,