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...must get your eyes accustomed first and gradually to the different light," Vincent Van Gogh told his brother Theo in 1889. The different light that shines from a Van Gogh painting has been astonishing the world ever since. It does so once more in Bernard Zurcher's sensitive picture biography, Vincent Van Gogh: Art, Life, and Letters (Rizzoli; 325 pages; $60). In the ten years before his suicide, Van Gogh turned out more than 2,000 drawings and paintings, progressing from somber browns and greens to the bright hues of his last months. Nearly a century later, they still radiate...
...Guys have more abstract art up and girls have more impressionism and realistic stuff," says Andra L. Gordon '89, whose walls feature prints by Degas, Renoir, and Van Gogh...
...ambiguity, constructivist utopianism and a sweet irreverence that was entirely Schwitters' own are knotted together as a gift to the future. The idea of the urban poet as a scavenger was by no means new. It had been around since Baudelaire's ragpicker in the 1860s; in 1882 Van Gogh praised the city dump of the Hague as "a real paradise for the artist." But no one, not even Picasso with his cubist collages, did more to expand and discipline this field of imagery than Schwitters. Consequently, there is something persistently grand as well as tenacious, antic and rebellious about...
Fashion, however, is what the audience has on its mind, along with myths of past glory. The new mass public for art has been raised on distorted legends of heroic modernism: the myth of the artist as demiurge, from Vincent van Gogh to Jackson Pollock. Its expectations have been buoyed by 20 years of self- fulfilling gush about art investment. It would like live heroes as well. But it wants them to be like heroes on TV, fetishized, plentiful and acquiescent. If Pollock was John Wayne, the likes of Haring 'n' Basquiat resemble those two what's-their-names...
...there is a kind of forcible vulgarity, as American as a meatball hero, that takes itself for genius; Jacqueline Susann died believing she was the peer of Charles Dickens. "My peers," Schnabel told the New York Times last winter, "are the artists who speak to me: Giotto, Duccio, Van Gogh." Doubtless this list will change if he tries a ceiling, but Schnabel has never learned to draw; in graphic terms, his art has barely got beyond the lumpy pastiches of Max Beckmann and Richard Lindner he did as a student in Houston. The dull, uninflected megalomania of his kitsch- expressionist...