For some 30 years Il Lee has exclusively used, and abused, ballpoint pens.
Where should we locate Kentridge’s sequential, continuous drawing within the eye-popping history of drawn animation?
Sometimes Fudge seems to be searching for hidden sweet spots in the harmonics of recognition.
February 17 to March 27 511 W 25TH Street, Second Floor New York City, 212 989 0156 Clouds and shrubbery, water and air have long been insinuating themselves into Louise Belcourt’s lusciously brushed color fields that otherwise can seem bequeathed from Friedl Dzubas or Helen Frankenthaler. Belcourt raises the stakes of this mingling of painting…
Stylistic textures are revealed to be unselfconscious tics without which Steffen cannot construct flesh.
Taaffe’s pure decorativeness nevertheless embraces, almost as fetish, the visible husks of signs.
By all rights these life-and-death-size duels in the sun between bullfighters and bulls should be awful, stripped of the mystery and mediation that until now had been the artist’s stock-in-trade.
Green’s current paintings supplant his earlier “limited animation” mock-mayhem with the saturated glazes and rendered anatomies of a Golden Age chipmunk fable.
Paine manages to steer these leafless “Dendroids,” as he calls them, between the Scylla of transparency and the Charibdis of mechanization.
The problem with late Picasso has to do with his stubborn insistence on diaristic expressionism increasingly isolated from changing times.