John Yau is an award winning poet, critic, curator, and publisher of Black Square Editions. He has published over 50 books of poetry, fiction, and art criticism.
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NEW BRUNSWICK, NJ — In 1963, while living in Los Angeles, Melvin Edwards welded “Some Bright Morning” out of different pieces of steel scrap metal, including a heavy chain and a dagger-like fragment extending from a circular, collar-like form.
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A few weeks ago, while a friend and I were driving to Rockland, Maine, where I was scheduled to give a lecture, we stopped in Portland, because I wanted to see the exhibition Rose Marasco: index at the Portland Museum of Art.
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There are at least three exhibitions in Hidden Likeness: Photographer Emmet Gowin at the Morgan currently at the Morgan Library & Museum.
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In 1980 or ’81, I met Philip Allen through his childhood friend, the painter Jon Imber, who died of ALS on April 17, 2014, at the age of 63.
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Happily, for those who are curious about what came next in Whitney’s evolution, they need only to go uptown and see the artist’s first museum exhibition in New York, Stanley Whitney: Dance the Orange at the Studio Museum in Harlem, which contains a selection of twenty-nine paintings and works on pap
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Ever since the beginning of this century, when Ruth Root got rid of her references to Philip Guston, she has gotten better and better. In her current show, Ruth Root, at Andrew Kreps, she has kicked out the jams, and the results are unlike anything else being done right now.
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The curator and art historian Susan Landauer met Elmer Bischoff in 1985, while she was a graduate student at Yale, and this encounter helped lead to her first book: The San Francisco School of Abstract Expressionism (1996).
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Years ago I saw a drawing in a modest exhibition at the Centre Pompidou that Picasso made on a sheet of stiff cardboard while he was on a picnic with his friends, Michel and Louise Leiris. Not one to waste space, Picasso divided the surface into a grid, and in each small square he made a quick conto
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I do know that I had no intention of writing about the two exhibitions currently at Tibor de Nagy, John Ashbery & Guy Maddin: Collages and Richard Baker: The Doctor is Out, when I went to the gallery.
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A few months ago, I saw a painting by Peter Reginato for the first time. It was on the streets of Manhattan.
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“Something strange is creeping across me.” The first line of John Ashbery’s poem, “Daffy Duck in Hollywood,” came to mind while I was scrutinizing the modestly scaled, seemingly benign works included in Bloomfield, Jessica Rohrer’s latest exhibition of paintings and works on paper at PPOW.
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Robert Motherwell didn’t believe that Pablo Picasso or Henri Matisse were figures to be overthrown.