Matt Freedman draws Mike Ballou at Pierogi and Beverley Semmes at Susan Inglett

I wonder if other women or even children are beginning to think that adult males are becoming a little too comfortable with the role of the anti-hero? The hopeless, hapless guy who doesn’t know how […]

One reason that there is so little art criticism is that the shit just doesn’t seem worth talking about. Another is that the artist him-or herself incorporates all possible critiques. Like this crass half-assed factory-made […]

In performance, Matt drew upside down on a pad he hung around his neck—so generous! rightside up for us. By chance and this is very Freedmanesque if you know what I mean, I read a […]