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Renaissance Faces at the National Gallery

    Renaissance Faces at the National Gallery offers plenty of visual treats, but little food for thought

    Andy Warhol at the Hayward Gallery

      The intimate detail of the artists’s life in film is the focus of the Hayward’s eccentric new show

      The Revolution continues at the new Saatchi Gallery

        Saatchi’s new gallery, a huge home for his great passion for Chinese art, reestablishes his importance to modern art

        Artist in the frame as killer

          FOUR paintings depicting an Edwardian murder scene have gone on show together for the first time, resurrecting speculation that Walter Sickert, the artist, had serial killer tendencies. Sickert, who died in Bath in 1942, has been accused by Patricia Cornwell, the American crime writer, of being Jack the Ripper. He would have been 28 when […]

          Mark Rothko in a whole new light

            History paints Rothko as modernism’s martyr – unavoidably tragic – but a startling Tate show suggests we’ve had him wrong all these years

            Francis Bacon at the Tate Britain

              The Tate’s blockbuster show reveals Francis Bacon’s fierce genius – and limited range, says Waldemar Januszczak

              Does Damien Hirst’s auction at Sotheby’s mean the end of the gallery?

                Next week, Damien Hirst becomes the first artist to sell brand-new work at auction. He says greed is good for artists

                Waldemar Januszczak’s Sculpture Diaries

                  Painting: pah. It’s the flashy young pretender to the throne of the great god sculpture, says our critic, who’s spent a year finding the world’s best

                  Cézanne at the Courtauld

                    Some might think him boring. They’re wrong. For Cézanne was a man who revolutionised art, as the Courtauld’s show proves

                    Hadrian – Empire and Conflict at the British Museum

                      The BM’s Hadrian show couldn’t be more timely. His political problems were just like ours