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Xico Greenwald on Diana Horowitz
Here the artist’s eye and hand are alive to the scene before her.
Heide Fasnacht on Donna Moylan
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.
Patricia Miranda on Shilpa Gupta
The paper – white, ghostly, struck through its heart, floats in space like the upturned body of an impaled fish.
Kathy Butterly on Howard Hodgkin
Howard Hodgkin’s paintings pull me in like nature does, like those moments in my backyard did.
Joy Taylor on Romare Bearden
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.
Naomi Ben-Shahar on Helène Aylon: The “Elusive Silver” Paintings
Aylon experimented with the idea of creating paintings that revealed themselves slowly, while being changeable and elusive like the sky.
Andrew Cornell Robinson on Linda Griggs and Allen Hansen
In the realm of artistic marriages, the relationship between painters Linda Griggs and Allen Hansen stands as a testament to the enduring power of creative dialogue and partnership.
Anna Shukeylo on Jane Swavely
That deep maroon/oxide void lures the viewer to step in past the two silver curtains on either side.
The Journey: Marik Lechner on Dana Schutz
A grotesque, elaborate stage. The genius promiscuity of a witch painter, with turpentine instead of blood flowing through her veins.
Sandra Eula Lee on the Reflecting Pond
These garden hacks were made for contemplation, a claiming of space from the in-between.
Alina Tenser on Olga Balema
As my vision narrows in on one, I start to see the shimmering edges of other pieces populating.
Josh Dorman on Jordi Marlet
Marlet told me he “met that bear in Denver, traveling across the U.S. by train."
Elizabeth Johnson on 'The Cynnie Paintings' by Carol Saft
Her dark dress shimmers in the chilly bathroom suggesting Joan of Arc, in chain mail, before a Zoom battle.
Marissa Sher on Sam Cannon
She was erasing herself physically into an expressionless avatar
Barry Nemett on Pat Steir’s Dysrhythmic Downpours
Then there’s that lone, feathered creature from a soggy flock — a hood ornament of a jittery bird facing jittery geometry.
Heide Fasnacht on David Diao and the Squeegee in the Expanded Field
An innovation is alive and mutable as it passes from hand to hand.
Alison Kruvant on Hedda Sterne
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.
Heide Fasnacht on Jack Whitten and Gerhard Richter
Gerhard may be the Jack of all Trades but Jack was the King.
Anna Shukeylo on Barbara Laube: For Love of Painting and Rebirth
A rich raspberry and cream sorbet-colored brushstroke envelops the two-inch surface.
Lara Allen on Anselm Kiefer's 'Die Ordnung der Engel'
It once hung in the Chicago Art Institute but now is a blurry electrical field full of crackles and pops behind my eyes.