In the late 1970s and early ’80s, Arts Magazine, now gone, published my journal entries, which, I hope, showed that criticism was not solely the articulation of issues lurking out there in some theoretical ether but also an activity sharply… READ ON
Curated by Christian Witt-Dörring Gustav Klimt, Gustav Mahler, and Egon Schiele are now household names, so excavated has the Viennese Secession been this past half century. To that roll call of eminences, we may now add Koloman Moser (… READ ON
Shown in this bijou Upper East Side town-house gallery, a group of ten paintings titled Nero Celotex (Black Celotex), 1986–87, by Alberto Burri (1915–1995) bring to mind contrasting works by Dieter Roth (1930–1998) and his son Björn … READ ON
In Mi fuma il cervello (Autoritratto) (My Mind is Burning [Self-Portrait]), 1993, a work made the year before his death, Alighiero Boetti, portrays himself in bronze as a lean fellow holding a garden hose aloft. Steam rises as water hits the… READ ON
Which of these things is not like the other: history painting, portraiture, landscape, still life, words? Even as late as 1970, one still assumed that “studio majors” would find “words” misplaced on a list of the academic genreseven… READ ON
Despite the temptation, I cannot easily say of the eight great untitled paintings in this showlooping ovals of glowing orange, yellow, and red upon bright apple-green fields that were made shortly before the artist’s death in July 2011 … READ ON
Lever House, the Miesian, midcentury skyscraper designed by Gordon Bunshaft for Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, has become, in recent years, a deluxe site for the exhibition of contemporary art. The installations there are visible throughthough… READ ON
This show of twenty-four worksranging in size from the parietal Tropical Tan, 1966–67, to the diminutive group of drawings called Silence, 1972reminded us of Dorothea Rockburne’s vital achievement. Moreover, the exhibition demonstrated… READ ON
Because Ralph Humphrey is saddled anew with the unfortunate appellation “’70s painter” each time his work is rediscoveredas happens seemingly once a decadethe results of these excavations have typically been equivocal. Artists such… READ ON
Were we to have the beer-stained napkin upon which was scrawled the brainstorming list of the participants in, say, the Salon des Refusés or the first Impressionist exhibition (perhaps we do, but I’ve forgotten my Rewald), imagine how … READ ON