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Jean Dubuffet

Pace Gallery

It has been forgotten that Jean Dubuffet and Bernard Buffet rose to celebrity at the same moment owing largely, I imagine, to a commonly shared calligraphic excess which, at the end of the Second World War, was experienced as an anxiety manifestation in the face of the horror just ended and the uncertainty about to begin. Twenty years and more have passed since then and in that time Bernard Buffet has rightly been discredited for the merely stylish illustrator he is. Dubuffet, on the other hand, for reasons connected with his seemingly fetishistic extractions from insane art, Art Brut, and other so-called primitive productions, has been able to disguise his work from the blemishes of mannerist-expressionist commentary. But to stave off is hardly to create afresh and I now suspect that the charges laid to the work of his earlier associates (which also included Franz Grüber) may at last be

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