Spring
The nonagenarian Katz is an acquired taste. His bold colouring and reduced forms are perfect for sore American eyes trained on advertising and pop art. To them, such habitual simplicity might look like an unpretentious virtue.
Should flower arrangements need such an initiation? Katz’s pictures of willow and daffodils are pleasant but trivial. The man’s a legend, granted – think Hockney and his later landscapes – but this emperor’s clothes have moth holes.
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A light here required a shadow
Catch the wrong end of the spectrum and forever remain obscured.
Chronoplasticity
This may have been a good joke but it’s just too exhausting to look at.
Line
The artist’s signature becomes a distress call.
Xirómero/Dryland
It’s Sunday in the village. And the main square is deserted.
history is a living weapon in yr hand
The Mavericks wanted a weapon, Igwe leaves them a toy.
The Anatomy of Painting
There is no trace of the visceral in Saville’s gentle pencil studies, for example.
