Archives: Contemporary
Melinda Stickney-Gibson on Susan Rothenberg
It’s a curious thing to feel an immediate and unflagging connection and respect for a fellow painter’s work
Mary Lucier on the Video Mysteries of Cecelia Condit
They depict a psychological violence resulting from a basic cold-heartedness in human nature.
Mark Greenwold on Jack Levine
Greenbergian Modernism… has put nails in the coffins of all sorts of serious and interesting representational artists for most of my lifetime.
Marie Peter-Toltz on Gerard Garouste
Beauty disguises her devilry; she represents the other half of hell.
A Call to Action: Kelli Scott Kelley on Julie Heffernan
The bare-breasted heroine, the apparent caretaker of the heap, wielding a chainsaw…
Samuel Jablon on Mike Cloud
Like a sinister joke, or a self-destructive one, the work makes us laugh and question why we’re laughing.
Barkley Hendricks on Louis Sloan
The snow would be waist high and the temperature freezing or below. Lou would be Eskimo-like…
Joan Waltemath on Zen and the Art of Billy Al Bengston
“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.
Caroline Wells Chandler on Katherine Bradford
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…
Melissa Meyer Remembers Jean Dubuffet at the Jeu de Paume, 1991
Jean Dubuffet, La Riante Contrée, 1977, Acrylic on 54 pasted papers, 82.5 x 121 inches In February of 1991 I had my first show at Holly Solomon Gallery on 57th Street. The following June I made an art trip to both Paris and London. In Paris, I saw the opening...
Ken Buhler on Andrew Pfriender
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.