There is something immensely comforting about these works. They come at
you entirely on their own, unencumbered by the name, life or personality
of the artist, devoid of reputation or blinding auction prices. They
lack the white noise of contemporary commentary and opinion that critics
usually must work through, either consciously or subconsciously, on the
way to their own conclusions when writing about art exhibitions. What
might be called their orphanhood or nakedness is liberating. Given the
onslaught of the art world and the current mania for contemporary art �
largely a good thing, don�t get me wrong � artist-free art can be
something of a relief.
In a way, you love these paintings in the simple, uncomplicated way you
love pets, and they love you back. You don�t expect them to hold up
their end of a conversation about art in the age of digital, or even mechanical, reproduction.
At the same time, the paintings themselves are not totally separate from
art in a professional sense. Some are full of diluted strains of art
history: assorted trickle-down styles, vague allusions, instinctive
adaptations or absorptions of things in the air. Read More.
Image above: Screen grab from a NYTimes GIF created by multimedia fellow Leslye Davis.
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