The late New Yorker art critic admonished the stringent “aesthetes” of his time for their blatant dismissal of the social and political contexts in which art emerges.
The archives of Partisan Review, the totemic 20th-century journal of politics and the arts, have finally been fully digitized.
Lester Johnson (1919 – 2010) remains a cult figure, particularly for those who care about painting, which, let’s face it, is a cult made up of warring factions. Johnson is a full-fledged member of the faction to which the terms “painterly,” “expressionist,” and “figurative” have accrued, but which are too diluted to be of any use. He remains best known for his paintings of men, often depicted as monochrome silhouettes packed tightly together.
There is a death wish that threads modernity — death of God, death of the author, death of history, even the death of the modernity itself (the post-modern) but perhaps most insistently of all, is the existential interrogation that is modern art … but is it true for sculpture?