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...unlike the Surrealists, he had few American followers, and none who became painters of the first rank. Part of the paradox of Mondrian was that although he believed passionately in the "universal" character of his art, it could not be successfully imitated. But it was vulgarized on a million grid-design dresses, bedspreads and rolls of linoleum, and parodied in a thousand cartoons. This image of Mondrian as a high-level designer reflected back on his work, and one of the objectives of this show (there has not been a Mondrian retrospective in New York since 1971) is to rescue...
...should have known that the release of Windows 95 would result in a deluge of calls even to their non-toll-free customer assistance lines, HSTO could have been much better prepared for the annual move-in. But no. Problems were manifold for yet another year on the Harvard grid, and the solutions were hard to come...
...stamped there, you feel, as by a Chinese seal), but the space also folds in and out, shallow and buckling, like a screen. Sometimes the brushstrokes are languid and creamy, but they are interspersed with a stuttering, rough calligraphy that might have been drawn with a twig. The broken grid half-conceals figures and friezes remembered from China, India and Bali, mixed with recollections of marketplaces, rituals and washing days...
...emphasize his liminal state, Ward's grandfather harangues form atop ladder and then hops with the ladder across the stage. Later he descends a metal grid by sliding his body in between the bars with half his body outside of the grid, half in. He exists partially in reality and partially in another world. In addition to creating striking images, these tactics are intelligent displays of how a madman might view movement...
...rolled oats, off- brand Froot Loops, sun-dried tomatoes, prefabricated s'mores, macadamias, French roasts and pignolias, all dispensed into your bag or bucket with a jerk at the handy Plexiglas guillotine. Not a human being in sight, just robot restocking machines trundling back and forth on a grid of overhead catwalks and surveillance cameras hidden in smoked-glass hemispheres. I stroll through the gleaming Lucite wonderland holding a perfect 6-in. cube improvised from duct tape and cardboard. I stagger through a glitter gulch of Gummi fauna, Boston baked beans, gobstoppers, Good & Plenty, Tart'n Tiny. Then, bingo: bulk...