A conversation between contemporary artists and their influences across time.
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“The figure seems to emerge holographically from the surface like a lost energetic god in a desert of hermetically sealed domesticity.”
He created utterly flat but paradoxically deep space, too, inhabited by dignified characters of mythical stature from scraps of colored paper, torn and ink-stained prints, bits of fabric, and parts of magazine imagery.
“The figure seems to emerge holographically from the surface like a lost energetic god in a desert of hermetically sealed domesticity.”
Neel’s paintings are a guide to reading through paint. She employs color like a true tetrachromat.
The “mistake” opens up an unexpected world of visual puns and syntactic ambiguity: Maybe it is both a single animal in motion and four separate horses.
All this arboreal inventiveness seems right for this juncture of the Anthropocene, an exaltation at a time when we may all be called upon to reinvent the landscape.
The paper – white, ghostly, struck through its heart, floats in space like the upturned body of an impaled fish.
Then I found John Trumbull – a stumbling American colonial painter who was also in awe of the great European painters.
Howard Hodgkin’s paintings pull me in like nature does, like those moments in my backyard did.
I learned a great deal from Mr. Sloan when I was a student of his at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts in Philadelphia.