Amanda Manitach

At the moment Vermillion is lacquered ceiling-to-floor in wheatpaste, streaked and stenciled text, and canvases densely shellacked with graphite and paint. Gigantic twenty-foot-tall figures modeled after Caravaggio's Entombment of Christ loom overhead...

Robert Yoder's exhibits at SEASON are always a visual feast. Yoder's eye for pattern, color (like Elisabeth Kley's watery, color-saturated earthenware or Peter Scherrer's dense brushwork) and a taste for wittily debauched humor (think Ian Toms or Mike...

It's a Monday night and you've walked into the Sorrento Hotel's Fireside Room (or if you didn't, you wish you had). It always feels like wandering into a Victorian humidor there, one that smells lightly of liqueurs and hardwood. The seating is all...

FALLING It’s something we do in a variety of ways. Amanda Manitach’s drawings of distorted women evoke the pain – and unspoken ecstasy – of transgressions we can’t help but tumble into. So many ways to remind you to keep your feet on the...