MARIA DUARTE picks the best and worst of a crowded year of films
Good, but not great
A retrospective of Lee Krasner's work over-inflates the significance of her contribution to 20th-century avant-garde painting, says CHRISTINE LINDEY
Self-Portrait, c. 1928 and Desert Moon, 1955
JOSEPHINE BARBARO welcomes a diverse anthology of experiences by autistic women that amounts to a resounding chorus, demanding to be heard
PAUL BUHLE recommends an eminently useful book that examines the political opportunities for popular anti-fascist intervention
PETER MASON is entertained by the autobiography of Charlie Harper, one of punk’s most enduring figures
JAMIE BRITTON reaches for the sick bucket as he is forced to engorge detail after detail of the Royal Family’s wealth
STEVE JOHNSON picks his favourites from the many memorable albums of the year, and one stunning new festival
Lee Krasner: Living Colour
Barbican, London
THE CHILD of Russian immigrants to New York, Lee Krasner (1908-84) bucked the traditional expectations of her stultifyingly strict Orthodox Jewish upbringing, by announcing her decision to become an artist at the age of just 14.
Having persuaded her reluctant family, she studied in various prestigious New York art schools intermittently over many years.
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