Word: artists
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...decade ago. "I am not the follower of Monet. I am not an admirer or follower of De Kooning. I am not an action painter. I am not an abstract expressionist. I am not younger than anybody or older. I will not take my hat off to any other artist living or dead in all the world. I know this." With that, he turned his back on New York and moved to New Mexico. Resnick's interests as an abstract painter seemed to become obsolete, superseded by all those miles of unprimed duck, flat acrylic and masking tape...
...pools, the plastic palms, the flat glitter of light on a shower stall or a street facade. It is all painted deadpan, and Hockney's poker-faced style, coupled with his liking for artifacts as subjects, has given rise to the illusion that he is an English Pop artist. But unlike Pop, his work is not concerned with advertising or blare or mass production...
Baldwin consistently main-lines on guilt, whose source appears to be an un reasonable sense of inadequacy. He seems truly tortured by the world as it is and by his inability as an artist to change it. The healing Christian love, so strongly preached in the earlier writings, proved inadequate but remains as a rhetorical echo. The righteous, cleansing fire he summoned for "next time" is now only a vague and sinister "shape of the wrath to come." He talks of morality as a living thing, but he is crushed by the truth that the struggle for political freedom...
...Souls I deal with fantasy, and they are quite romantic and mystical too. You look at a petal falling to the ground and it means some thing different from all the other petals you've seen. And you file that away in your mind. As an artist, I can come to grips with these images...
WHEN JEPSEN calls his old friend Nansen a "degenerate," he is taking the word of the loudspeaker over the experience of his daily life. This victory of the pseudo-idea is the triumph of Nazism. The exceptional man, the artist of whatever profession who can see through the lies, resists. The rest follow. And even Nansen turns his eyes from the central horror. When the breeze wafts the black smoke of the death camp ovens towards the small town where the painter and the policeman live, the two men have lies to blow the smoke away: "the Dutch are burning...