Sunday, November 8, 2015

Carroll Dunham November 2015,




These are the most difficult. Funny as they seem the dumbest of figuration-- especially since his departure from a very elegant arc of Modernism.








I love his inventive drawing extending from Picasso. He's the best.
His paintings are filled with problems, funny as they are repeated as formalisms.
But constantly evolving. He covers a huge territory now I can't avoid bumping into myself with my own work.








I thought there is a literal content of deKoonings wild women-- I imagined deKooning
thinking, " gobbling him up as the Universe."






He added these birds and some other stuff I though horrid as I first glimpsed it-- but somehow his form is absorbing it.





This seems a prelude to something more-- continuing.











Brice Marden, November 2015




One doesn't want to knock what one has loved for so long. A change though has happened.

Marden all of a sudden seeming the realist abstractionist.

Kind of precious-- almost smugly right-- though finally, the Classic.






There is a hyper reality that Wool charged forth with to beat it, easily scrubbing spray paint, it quickly seemed a more direct surface, but a strange process has been at work

Maybe familiarity and the pedestal it all is set upon;  Christopher now suffers the same malady.



Maybe it is just History. The Morandi's must have seemed over produced at some point.

Actually someone said they thought many of the Morandi's were fake.



Heilmann now has the mantel of the one out in front.

This has all been happening for some time. I think it is her hyper-- simulacrum like a fake too easy painting-- which just does it with no pretention.


Marden's paintings look as though, we have stepped into a very expensive elegant shop.

There should be an Asian sculpture to complement, maybe?


No, but one likes that sort of thing, though it seems ensconced.

Or was that a Jasper Johns?
















Chelsea November, Morandi




I thought I saw a lot of Guston, and was interested to think on his love of de Chirico.

This is a place Picasso seems to not have had a great influence-- more the Bonnard,  inner personal reality, taking precedence.







Certainly a magic of positive and negative pictorial power. The strange saintly light.