Art Review
Stephen Westfall’s Avian Abstractions
Like Charlie "Bird" Parker’s jazz improvisation, the artist's compositions are simultaneously cacophonous and rhythmic.
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Like Charlie "Bird" Parker’s jazz improvisation, the artist's compositions are simultaneously cacophonous and rhythmic.
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It is refreshing to see a group show that hews to its curatorial statement, and includes both old friends and unexpected twists.
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In charcoal and ink, the artist tends to the land with the intimate repetition of a life-long student.
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Westfall stays true to his love of planar geometry, while finding ways to undermine all traces of predictability and stability.
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Willem de Kooning and Jackson Pollock considered Hyman Bloom to be America’s first Abstract Expressionist, a label, it should be pointed out, that the artist himself rejected.
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What the exhibition of Drummond and Dodd proves is that the art world was more diverse in the 1960s than has been told.
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Gregory Amenoff’s paintings mix influences with knowing exuberance.
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In 1952, Lois Dodd, along with four other artists, started the Tanager Gallery on East Fourth Street, near the Bowery, one of the first artist-run cooperative galleries in New York.
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What do Richard Diebenkorn and John Walker have in common? When they sink their teeth into something, they aren’t likely to let it go.
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In recent weeks, I have written about what I have defined as a grown-up painter, as opposed to what I called “the latest manifestation of a male adolescent painter, a clichéd archetype that gained traction in the Neo-Expressionist ‘80s, with the rise of Julian Schnabel, and has not been thrown over
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Disclosure, in John Walker’s paintings, comes slowly. A dominant motif — zigzag stripes ranging up, down and across the canvas — colonizes the surface, establishing it as a realm of aggressively brushed abstract patterns. Then one by one, various incidentals emerge — a densely wooded island, a rocky
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While touring a few of the many small exhibition spaces scattered throughout the city, I was pleasantly reminded that painting requires neither heroic-sized canvases nor the prestige of whitewashed airplane hangars to succeed as significant art.