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What happened was that after my painter friend and I saw the show at the Studio School we headed down to the Lower East Side and it was so hot we decided to stop in […]
What happened was that after my painter friend and I saw the show at the Studio School we headed down to the Lower East Side and it was so hot we decided to stop in […]
A long time ago a dealer visited David Salle’s studio and commented “Oh, I get it, Francis Bacon for straight people.” As he explains in an essay that accompanies the show, Salle has been thinking […]
Roberta Smith didn’t like Cecily Brown’s paintings in 2000: “…uninteresting from any distance and ultimately vacuous” and now she does: “The more I looked at the paintings, the more they calmed down, opened up and […]
It seems that the “Cubism/ Trompe l’Oeil” show at The Met has had immediate effect——well, not the Cubism part, just the trompe l’oeil part, three out of four galleries I visited the other day were […]
When I wandered into Gagosian in 2016 at the very beginning of my career as an art critic and saw Jeff Koons’ Gazing Balls, I went up to look closely at the reproduction of Manet’s […]
You might as well forget genre when you encounter Araujo’s work. There is an insistence on playfulness, freedom and improvisation. I guess you’ll know what I mean when I say that you have to be […]
There is an unsettling lack of inhibition in Doe’s paintings. They are overloaded with sexual symbols, tropes and innuendos and it’s not a comfortable mix—they are hot and bothered—I don’t find in them the ironic […]
Somehow, I got the idea, I think it was from a Greek, that it is my “duty to praise the good”—which sounds simple, but isn’t. Out of laziness, narcissism, jealousy or just enjoying something for […]
It takes a leap of the imagination, on the part of the curators (of course!) but on the part of the viewers too, to connect Cubism and trompe l’oeil. Once you start leaping though, it’s […]
Like an acquaintance you can’t stand at first (perhaps they seem a bit cold and harsh?) who becomes a friend—or even a lover…on a snowy day in a Soho gallery, nobody else was there, I […]
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