William Powhida is mean. His acerbic drawings and calculated rant-pieces have built him a reputation in New York’s art world as something between a complicit skeptic and a doomsday preacher, decrying the ills of contemporary art even as he steadily climbs its ladder. Last month, he opened a show at Postmasters Gallery – up until November 26th – that turned that same eye onto high finance, politics, and the general state of everything. I visited him in his studio to find out more.
