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Step into the void
The Italian futurist Giacomo Balla aimed for dynamism, but is lost in a blurred dimension
Every shade of gay
Bacon, Hockney, Wilde: Tate Britain’s queer art show is awash with talent — it’s a shame about the feeble work that’s also floated in
Damien Hirst: In a city of make believe
His Venice show is the most ambitious exhibition any artist has ever mounted, says Waldemar Januszczak
Let’s give him a big hand
Thumbs up for Marc Quinn’s marvellous sculptures: they depict a modern crush in a madly ancient world
Grand master clash
The National Gallery’s exploration of the alliance between Michelangelo and the obscure Sebastiano is a novel idea, but there’s only one winner
Now you see me
Who knew Claude Cahun and Gillian Wearing would make such a brilliant team at the NPG?
Head to head with Mother Nature
Tony Cragg’s art can’t compete with the drama and beauty of Yorkshire Sculpture Park
O Mother, Where Art Thou?
It’s not the official story, but the RA’s take on 1930s American art is all the better for that.
A bigger picture of revolution
Jolly portraits of Stalin rub shoulders with the stark simplicity of the avant-garde in the RA’s brilliant Russian art show