In a world delighted and entertained by displays of material excess, Diane Simpson shows that there is another possibility.
Diane Simpson’s sculptures, which are made from planes she cuts and scores when she wants to curve them, always begin with a drawing.
Whoever thought that Carl Andre’s joyless, hug-the-floor sculpture was the logical culmination of Brancusi got it wrong. This kind of thinking strikes me as macho, competitive, and prescriptive.
CHICAGO — Confessions of an arts writer: my background is in theater design.