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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...with fallout. Artists have been defining themselves and their work against Pollock ever since. Yet most of his influence was indirect. Pollock's mature style--based on dripping and flinging skeins of paint onto a canvas flat on the floor, building a web of interaction among line, surface and color from above--was so much his own that to imitate it was self-evidently absurd. Willem de Kooning had shoals of imitators, because his work was grounded in a long European tradition of figure painting. Not Pollock; his central insights were too decisively...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Dappled Glories | 11/9/1998 | See Source »

...with these works very long before realizing how feeble a term "drip" is for the ways--the numberless, subtle and improvised ways--Pollock's paint got on the canvas. His public notoriety came in part from public resentment. Real artists lay watercolor washes or put glazes over body color, but this one just spilled liquids incontinently, as though painting were no more demanding than knocking over a cup of coffee or taking a pee. But when you look at these pictures, it isn't so. Pollock was a consummate aesthete. (The fact that he could also be a mean, drunken...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Dappled Glories | 11/9/1998 | See Source »

...would walk around the canvas, throwing paint on it from the edges, and the loops and lashes that resulted have a grace and energy that his labored hand drawing never reached. Then there was the pouring, the overlay, one color bleeding into another, producing marbled effects, mists, separations, spots and speckles, each with its element of chance, but all controlled by the prepared mind that chance favors. And the retouching and linkages, done with a brush. "Glory be to God for dappled things!" the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins once exclaimed, and that's what crosses one's mind in front...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Dappled Glories | 11/9/1998 | See Source »

...film deal with the question of religion, God and the afterlife. Somehow they drop God from the plot. They're good. How's God just going to be absent from heaven? A better question is how Robin Williams can become sullen and morose in a place decorated in grand color-by-number style where a person's every wish is fulfilled? Cuba Gooding, Jr. breathes some life into the story. His energy actually recalls some of Williams' early comedic work, and serves as a constant reminder of what Williams lacks in What Dreams May Come. Jeremy J. Ross

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Brevitas | 11/6/1998 | See Source »

...course, this urgency is arbitrary. I could have been "induced" on the twenty-seventh, or held onto until the twenty-ninth. But I wasn't. And the arbitrariness of pains, labor and birth 21 years ago have made 28 my lucky number, orange (from the imminent Halloween) my favorite color and October somehow a poignant month. Arbitrariness and coincidence take on meaning and inform the temporal map through which I navigate my life. Twenty-eight is one signpost, autumn another and the paragraph on Scorpio in Cosmo's horoscope a third. That's why I have a responsibility to reconfirm...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Musings From the Nearer Side of Twenty-One | 11/5/1998 | See Source »

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