This is an instructive demonstration of using the right shapes and shadows to conjure story and character to visualize the contents of psyche and soul.
Over and over again, the sky changed: until it was brand new. Or I was.
Picasso said of Cezanne: “He is the father of us all.” In this essay I want to take the “us” expansively.
The blade may be in front of the self-portrait of the axe man… but it serves to slice the man into numerous pieces.
In his mature works the portraits are literally portraits of the walking dead.
It’s a curious thing to feel an immediate and unflagging connection and respect for a fellow painter’s work
They depict a psychological violence resulting from a basic cold-heartedness in human nature.
Yet it seemed to me to provide a kind of grammar of pictorial invention, parallel to the grammatical constructions of language that adventurous poets play with…
The strange pattern of forms that now obsessed me implied a resolution of that split in consciousness between St. Ursula’s and Caravaggio’s portrait…
Greenbergian Modernism… has put nails in the coffins of all sorts of serious and interesting representational artists for most of my lifetime.
The jungle is gathered as a flat organization of space, folded, and pierced so as to connect multiple locations.
Once you get into his weird scale and murmuring color a whole world opens up.