Archive for the 'Painting' Category

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Calendar. 03.22.11.


Panel Discussion, by Dan McCleary. Part of the artist’s solo exhibit at Craig Krull Gallery in Los Angeles — through April 2. (Image courtesy of Krull.)

Hey Folks: I was having a few problems with spam and I think I may have deleted a bunch of real comments. Sorry if I zapped your deep thoughts, but my WordPress is a little gummed up. Best, C.

The Digest. 03.14.11.


What My Mother Doesn’t Know, a painting by Hector Hernández, spotted at Curbs & Stoops in Brooklyn. (Photo by C-M.)

Over at Gallerina…

…where I’m writing about Andean tunics, quirky illustrations and Glen Ligon’s incredible solo at the Whitney (the painting above is his). Check it all right here.

Art Fairs: Super quick update.

Volta is meh. But if you’re there, head straight for Steve Turner Contemporary’s booth which has this piece by Deborah Grant. It is pretty dang epic, charting the all-kinds-of-tragic life of painter William H. Johnson in a series of illustrations that creep out from the center. Click on the image to supersize. Click here to see a detail. (Photo by C-M.)

The Digest. 01.31.11.


Soap Bubbles, after 1739, by Jean-Baptiste-Siméon Chardin. (Courtesy of LACMA.)

Find me at Gallerina.

Where I’m hanging out with all kinds of crazy characters. ;-)

Seduced by Subversion at the Brooklyn Museum.


A detail from Rosalyn Drexler’s Home Movies. (Photos by C-M.)

There are paintings with balls. And there are paintings with tubes. You’ll find the latter at the Brooklyn Museum’s show Seductive Subversion: Women Pop Artists 1958-1968. And thank goodness. This ably assembled little show makes you realise just how much the art world is dominated by sausage, because there’s no other explanation for why I haven’t seen more of these talented ladies, some of whom have some wildly acerbic views on men, the art world and their own bodies. (No earnest vag art here.) There’s been some debate among the critical set about how ‘pop’ many of the works in the show truly are. But, honestly, who cares? The exhibit contains some underseen, underappreciated, totally twisted gems. If you’ve OD’d on ’60s go-tos like Warhol, Lichtenstein and Oldenburg, then hit the Brooklyn Museum for fresh kick-you-in-the-ass perspective.

Seductive Subversion is on through Jan. 9. Check it out.

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Photo Diary: Anselm Kiefer at Gagosian, in NYC.

Finally made it over to see the Anselm Kiefer show at Gagosian (which closes after Saturday). It’s kind of a hot mess, stuffed to the rafters with too much of everything — namely, a series of massive-ass vitrines full of ashen decay and stuff made with lead. Amid all the clutter, however, are some paintings I found quite compelling: a series of jagged mountainscapes made of thickly-piled paint.

Perhaps these appeal to me because I just spent several weeks in the Andes, where staring at a forbidding, vertical landscape is part of daily existence. But I wasn’t the only one. A kindly security guard told me that his favorite piece out of the entire exhibit was the painting at bottom. “If you stand back and look at it, it’s like you could be on a horse looking at that mountain, wondering how many days it will take you to get there,” he explained. “And then when you get close, all kinds of wonderful things happen.”

Photos by C-M.

Photo Diary: Peruvian cakes.

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Mona Lisa. Mona Lisa.

For anyone under the mistaken impression that the only place to see the Mona Lisa is at the Louvre in Paris: You can also find her in Lima…at my Tía’s house.