Beauty disguises her devilry; she represents the other half of hell.
The bare-breasted heroine, the apparent caretaker of the heap, wielding a chainsaw…
Like a sinister joke, or a self-destructive one, the work makes us laugh and question why we’re laughing.
The snow would be waist high and the temperature freezing or below. Lou would be Eskimo-like…
“Stud”, an exhibition of Billy Al Bengston’s paintings at Venus over Manhattan Gallery this past November, afforded a unique opportunity to see the legendary West Coast painter in New York City. It is clearly a special moment for an artist.
The first time Katherine Bradford came to my studio I thought she was messing with me. I had recently graduated from Yale’s painting program and was feeling pretty down with a bad case of post grad school malaise.
Gabrielle Vitollo on Hacking the Biological: Post-gender and the Catharsis of Anish Kapoor’s ‘Internal Object’ Paintings
I found myself immersed in what I considered a psychological space, loaded with ideas of carnage, political violence, and the body…
One wintry Sunday afternoon in the mid-1980’s, some friends and I piled into a car and headed up Rte. 17 into the Catskill Mountains. In a couple of hours, we exited at Loch Sheldrake, NY, and found our way to a rural mobile home belonging to Andrew Pfriender, aka Grandpa Pfriender.
The still life paintings of Ruth Miller are at first glance deceptively modest. On closer viewing however, they have a compelling power comparable to a gravitational pull.
Among Miriam Schapiro’s works, the black paintings are my favorites. Although she often used color ecstatically, I never felt it came to her easily.