“Less is less, and more is more. No more, no less.”
There is almost a metaphysical postponement of finish throughout these portraits, a hesitation as if waiting for an informant of the future to complete them.
To my eyes, this is a love letter to the maternal archetype—the maternal ideal.
Each hue resonates as cool or warm, deep or shallow, allowing the eye and the sensibility to soak in energy, light and form as pure color sensation.
Then there is the color itself – the purity of color and the psychological effects that pure color can have not only on the eye, but also on one’s emotional states and well-being.
I like thinking, though, that the painting makes a complete body out of dispersed heterogeneous parts, a complicated body constrained and subdivided by guardrails, pedestals, canvas edges, bowler hats and neckties.
… she only painted the parts of her body that she could physically feel in the moment…
Most alluring to me is her enviable touch—the delicately notched antennae, chomped and curled leaves, or gooey-pale larvae casting shadows as they inch along.
…the evidence of his happiness made me happy, and for that I was grateful.
… Even as invented portraits, they have that quality that “someone is home.”
He has skirted being defined by tradition, modernism or post-modernism by replacing theory and ideology with personal expression.
But with Hartung it felt different. He did what I am currently trying to do.