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.
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.
“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.
He created a vertigo inducing composition, extraordinary in its manifestation of Existentialism.