Painters on Paintings is a conversation between contemporary artists and their influences across time.
A small painting: 12 inches wide by 16 inches high. Thin, lightly touched scrapes and dabs of paint in ochres, viridian greens, and a flurry of blues.
I love this image. And have for many years. Actually, it’s less about one painting and more about a book of images. I chose this one at random.
Before I can grasp it with my mind, this painting has already saturated and immobilized me. What am I looking at? Not so much a painting as a force.
He’s condensed a mall into a theatre set, flattening the rich detail into a sort of Greek chorus to serve the dumb central gun shop.
Pupils dilate when we are happy and contract when we are sad. Inky dilated pupils are attractive, which is why most portraits depict their sitter with sparkling black saucers.
She has a beautiful hand that is ruled by a fairy, but sometimes a demon gives her a stick to paint with.
Breaking the natural world down into its basic forms, the painting as a whole evokes a quiet hum.
The newest paintings convey a lot of those–the lightness that attends letting go, the playfulness and humor that comes when one is attentively waiting, waiting.
The tension between the bodies of mother and child builds up until the moment of physical separation with the delivery of a new entity in the world. Bourgeois depicts that moment using transparent skins of juicy crimson.