Eddy Frankel

Home comforts aren't always all that comfortable. Here at the Venice Biennale, Lubaina Himid paints an awkward, tense, uncomfortable portrait of our damp old home nation.

It was almost over before it even started. This year's Venice Biennale has been tearing itself apart for months: countries not showing up, artists

Two decades after it opened in a multi-storey in Peckham in London, the space has redrawn the map for how to present art – with rooftop cocktails and the pink staircase that launched a thousand selfies

Indigenous and First Nations artists are the beating heart of this fascinating exhibition of contemporary art from Asia, Australia and the Pacific. It deserves a better showing

When he wasn't busy wrapping buildings and bridges in vast reams of fabric, Christo was wrapping absolutely nothing.

Not only does this giant plastic bag make the intangible physical, it gains a bodily sense of weight and an unexpected emotional resonance

Deep in the Dominican rainforest, high up on a mountain, miles from anywhere, Hulda Guzmán stares at an endless expanse of jungle.

He rarely gives interviews and hates explaining his work – yet his stunning paintings, inspired by subcultures and German Romanticism, reveal a lot about this reclusive Canadian

Camille Henrot used to deal with the vast and unknowable. She used to ask the big questions. Who are we? Where do we come from? Why do we do what we do?

Testicles have faces and a fox licks a phallus as the French artist mixes online anxiety, family life and saucy erotica in works charged with meaning