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The European megashows, under the glitz, are all about the power of the unexpected mix.

Biennials are boring and bloated�yet we trudge from one to the next. There must be a better way to see art.

A critic’s five favorite public artworks, all on view for free.

A museum custom-built for Richard Serra delivers on its wishes for shock and awe.

The Whitney’s �Summer of Love� show needs to come down from its psychedelic high. The stuff just wasn’t that good.

Takashi Murakami’s show is nakedly commercial; �Underdog� strikes an opposite pose, to much the same effect.

Is Andreas Gursky�the highest-priced photographer alive�running out of ideas?

Rirkrit Tiravanija once again makes dinner for gallerygoers�this time, with self-references as a side dish.

If �Not for Sale,� a glib put-down of the art marketplace, tells us anything, it’s that P.S. 1 needs to make some changes.

The National Academy’s splendid show catches a moment when the New York art world thought painting was dead�and took heroic measures to revive it.