The fiftieth anniversary of Pablo Picasso’s death has inspired plenty of exhibitions that go big or go deep. The Pace gallery’s splendid contribution to the festivities, “Picasso: 14 Sketchbooks,” goes long, studying the evolution of the Master’s hand between 1900 and 1959. It’s a one-stop shop for motifs that even non-aficionados can rattle off (musical instruments, mistresses, jagged nudes, evil-eyed bulls) and, of course, for some of the best drawing of the last century. In the magnificent “Head of a Woman” (pictured), completed in 1924, wiggly, wayward India-ink lines coalesce into something hard and inevitable—if the rival cults of Picasso worship and Picasso hatred bore you, seek out images like this one and bask.—Jackson Arn (Pace; through Dec. 22.)
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ART OF STONE
\"The Brutalist.\"
MOMMA MIA
Audra McDonald triumphs in \"Gypsy\" on Broadway.
INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS
\"Black Doves,\" on Netflix.
NATURE STUDIES
Kyle Abraham's “Dear Lord, Make Me Beautiful.”
WHAT GOOD IS MORALITY?
Ask not just where it came from but what it does for us
THE SPOTIFY SYNDROME
What is the world's largest music-streaming platform really costing us?
THE LEPER - LEE CHANGDONG
. . . to survive, to hang on, waiting for the new world to dawn, what can you do but become a leper nobody in the world would deign to touch? - From \"Windy Evening,\" by Kim Seong-dong.
YOU WON'T GET FREE OF IT
Alice Munro's partner sexually abused her daughter. The harm ran through the work and the family.
TALK SENSE
How much sway does our language have over our thinking?
TO THE DETECTIVE INVESTIGATING MY MURDER
Dear Detective, I'm not dead, but a lot of people can't stand me. What I mean is that breathing is not an activity they want me to keep doing. What I mean is, they want to knock me off. My days are numbered.