Archives: Contemporary
Judy Glantzman on Obituaries and Shadows | Art in Isolation
I have been painting portraits from obituaries on poured plaster/acrylic plaques since the pandemic began.
Letters from Helen O’Leary | Art in Isolation
While googling ‘how to fertilize tree peonies and will they grow in the shade’ I for a minute linger on the Washington Post main page and get enough in two seconds to know the world is bad.
Haley Josephs on Alice Neel
I felt the awkward little girl in me stirring, a sense of vulnerability recognized and transformed into a different kind of power by this painting.
Mariel Herring on Chuta Kimura
Imagine if de Kooning and Matisse painted a landscape together, and maybe Bonnard was their professor/mentor? That’s ya boi Kimura.
Lydia Pettit on Henry Taylor’s “I became . . .”
Overall there was chaos in his figure, strokes sometimes lining up with the form, and sometimes going against the logic of the body.
Patrick McDonough on Benjamin Edwards
Entering the studio with “Justin” was an unforgettable kind of magic, like passing through a Super Nintendo game portal where the colors and the physics forever change.
Barry Nemett on Robert Rauschenberg
All looked pleasant enough near the foot but, like a dramatic plot twist, everything closer to the bed’s head looked war-torn, tortured.
Heide Fasnacht on Martin Kippenberger
The gizmo he depicts with slapdash but accurate strokes of orange and red is reasonable, yes, but dissolves into the vagaries of emotional weather; it does not add up to the logical structure it pretends to be.
Ruth Marten on Paul Caranicas
He’s condensed a mall into a theatre set, flattening the rich detail into a sort of Greek chorus to serve the dumb central gun shop.
Jane Irish on Karen Kilimnik’s Programme of Humour
She has a beautiful hand that is ruled by a fairy, but sometimes a demon gives her a stick to paint with.
Julian Kreimer on Andrea Belag’s Sunday Painter
The newest paintings convey a lot of those–the lightness that attends letting go, the playfulness and humor that comes when one is attentively waiting, waiting.
Azita Moradkhani on Louise Bourgeois
The tension between the bodies of mother and child builds up until the moment of physical separation with the delivery of a new entity in the world. Bourgeois depicts that moment using transparent skins of juicy crimson.