Painters on Paintings is a conversation between contemporary artists and their influences across time.
The cool confident stare of Marshall’s “Nat Turner” speaks directly to me as a painter, saying to accept without regret the task at hand and rewrite the master script of possibility.
The snow would be waist high and the temperature freezing or below. Lou would be Eskimo-like…
How did I manage to get to the great museum on the parkway, perched like a castle above the two rivers?
She saw New York as a “Surrealist” city. With its unfathomable density, extreme juxtapositions, and collective lack of sleep, the city hasn’t changed much.
Gerhard may be the Jack of all Trades but Jack was the King.
A rich raspberry and cream sorbet-colored brushstroke envelops the two-inch surface.
It once hung in the Chicago Art Institute but now is a blurry electrical field full of crackles and pops behind my eyes.
It’s red like memory is red or how, when you close your eyes because the sun is too bright, your eyelids create that deep red shadow.
Some invite you to climb onto their backs like beasts in ancient stories. Some invite you to kneel at their altar of corals and hanging wax hides.