Njideka Akunyili Crosby mapped the route to somewhere brave and important, while Manus Machina intertwined the art and science of dressmaking
Njideka Akunyili Crosby, Norton Museum of Art
No more play. If 2016 endures in American history as a year of epochal disaster, then it will be fair to ask, in the grim years to come: how on earth could artists have joked around so much while the darkness gathered? But in a year whose most debated exhibition came from a quartet of dim New York fashion dropouts who laugh about fascism, one painter, 33 years old, born in Nigeria and working in Los Angeles, has been mapping the route to somewhere braver and more important. Njideka Akunyili Crosbys crowded but deeply assured paintings absorb wholly different styles of image-making into exquisite, syncretic artworks, and though her scenes are hushed, her ambition is blazing. When too many young artists go small, she plays the long game putting western art history in the service of a new, transcultural imagination with herself at its nucleus.
I Refuse to Be Invisible was the apt title for this poised exhibition, her first proper museum retrospective, and indeed almost all of Akunyili Crosbys paintings are autobiographical. The artist appears with her family at kitchen tables or on overstuffed couches, in an easy, unruffled manner that recalls the work of her teacher at Yale, the great figurative painter Catherine Murphy. Painted passages jostle with photo transfers and collage: bodies are framed by wax-printed fabrics, and overlaid with pictures of Lagos soap stars or the fedora-wearing former president Goodluck Jonathan. Her husband, who is white and American, frequently appears alongside her, and several of the most beautiful paintings here depicted their bodies intertwined, dancing or making love. But it is so much more than romance; the affection and the domesticity are what gives her art such political force. Manet and the Harlem Renaissance, Velzquez and the comedies of Nollywood: they are all hers, to be chopped and screwed at will, and redeployed in the creation of images that dont exist yet, and must.

The art world has wrestled mightily with matters of identity in the last few years, with varying degrees of subtlety. What Akunyili Crosby knows (and what she shares with Kerry James Marshall, whose fine retrospective continues at the Met Breuer) is that an engaged commitment to black or African visibility has to work through art history, not against it, and that the most powerful way to redress its injustices is to stake your claim, proudly, confidently, at its very center. I would call that commitment to seriousness, to what her fellow African virtuoso JM Coetzee called an imperative uniting the aesthetic and the ethical the most important for any artist, only more urgent in this alarming era of new apartheids. And I would call Akunyili Crosby the most important painter of her generation.
Manus Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology, Metropolitan Museum of Art

Cao Fei, MoMA PS1
My future is not a dream, insist the young laborers in Cao Feis masterful Whose Utopia, an aching video portrait of the daily lives and fantasies of migrant workers in a lightbulb factory. Born in Guangzhou, the beating heart of the special economic zone, Cao has matured into a mordant critic of Chinas headlong economic development and environmental squalor; gleaming apartment blocks are haunted by zombies, and even the most intimate relations are governed by the almighty renminbi. This was a great, gothic show, and a welcome return to form for the curator Klaus Biesenbach after last years Bjrk debacle.
Anri Sala, New Museum
When I visited Tirana this autumn, the Albanian capital felt like a place I knew from dreams; in fact, I had discovered it through Salas classic Dammi i colori, a nighttime portrait of the citys brightly painted tower blocks. His museum-filling retrospective confirmed him as our shrewdest tour guide through the ruins of the last centurys utopias as well as a brilliant student of music, from Schoenberg to The Clash.
William N Copley, Menil Collection
In what must be the worlds most beautiful museum building, this long-awaited first retrospective of one of the funniest American painters looked winningly strange. Copleys faux-nave images of buxom babes and demented boys are a very American response to Surrealism, and the disquieting absurdity of his vision was compounded by seething colors and thick black outlines, somewhere between Gauguin and pulp fiction. (The show is now on view at the Fondazione Prada, in Milan.)
Joan Jonas, The Kitchen
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80 years old and cooler than Ill ever be, Jonas last year presented a triumphant, ecologically imperative exhibition at the American pavilion of the Venice Biennale. This year, the pioneer of performance and video art reworked that exhibition into a poignant stage work, in collaboration with the jazz pianist Jason Moran and a cast of adorable children. Against Morans sinuous improvisations, Jonas drew prehistoric fish, donned hand-painted paper masks, and detailed the degradation of local landscapes and her fearsome ecological vision became all the more powerful through its tender delivery.
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The young, dauntless South African artist aced his first American museum show, an allusive, melancholy infilling of the erasures of history. Chalk drawings, wall carvings, and beautifully delicate works on paper intercede in time through sly allusions to overshadowed artists and writers, such as Sol Plaatje, the ANC organizer who translated Shakespeare into Tswana. Already freighted with historical significance, his sculptures made of discarded school desks took on new, fortuitous meaning amid the ongoing upheaval at South Africas universities.
Marcel Broodthaers, Museum of Modern Art

Tacita Dean, Marian Goodman Gallery

Lszl Moholy-Nagy, Solomon R Guggenheim Museum, and Art Institute of Chicago

A full-dress retrospective for the Hungarian artist revealed the Bauhaus professor as a jack-of-all-trades, as comfortable designing Tube posters as typefaces. At the Guggenheim, Moholy-Nagys paintings were given the most importance, but it looks even better now in Chicago, where the installation emphasizes his radical film and photography. (The show will complete its tour at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art in 2017.)