Georg Baselitz

Post image for Georg Baselitz Is a Sexist Grump

Women, ladies, girls, however you identify — if you’ve got two X chromosomes, I’m talking to you, and I have an unfortunate announcement: You can’t paint. At least not well. So if you’re thinking about becoming a painter, don’t do it; you’ll never be any good. If you already are one, I’m sorry; you should probably take up knitting instead.

Continue Reading →


What You Might Be Missing at MoMA

by Thomas Micchelli on November 3, 2012

Post image for What You Might Be Missing at MoMA

You’d never find Pablo Picasso or Jackson Pollock relegated to the corridors of the Museum of Modern Art. Rarely do artists deemed essential to MoMA’s historical narrative rub elbows with the throngs swarming the escalators and passageways in endless transit from galleries to café to restroom and back.

Continue Reading →


One Paints, the Other Doesn’t

by Thomas Micchelli on September 22, 2012

Post image for One Paints, the Other Doesn’t

In 1961, two scrappy young artists decided to stage their first show together. One of them was Georg Baselitz, who would later become a mainstay of Neo-Expressionism’s German flank; the other was Eugen Schönebeck, who would stop painting by the time he was thirty.

Continue Reading →