Word: horizons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Edward Noelke whumps out across his 18,000-acre ranch in his Bell bubble helicopter. "This mesquite," he shouts above the rotor clatter, "is a very competent adversary." Noelke can run his eye across the vast dun-brown landscape (gentle hills, a sweep of mesas off toward the horizon), and although the land is comparatively featureless to a stranger, Noelke can tell precisely what campaigns he waged in what year upon what stands of mesquite...
...stopped. I could gaze out of my suite and see the stone buildings and wall of the gaze out of my suite and see the stone buildings and wall of the Old City of Jerusalem with the Mount of Olives behind in an eerie white blanket against a gray horizon. It was a spectacular scene, one of utter peace. But I hated to think how Aswan, which had never seen a blizzard, would react to a delay allegedly caused by inability to move about in Israel's seat of government...
Landscape is still a presence in the new Diebenkorns; it is not hard, for instance, to see ocean in the tract of blue that fills the lower two-thirds of Untitled #50, 1981, or horizon and the vestige of a grass strip in its ruled bars of white and green. The same handwriting pervades them, a sunken geometry of lines scumbled over and hazed with paint, as though bathed in light and vapor. There is a kind of light on Diebenkorn's stretch of coastline-mild, high and ineffably clear, descending like a benediction on the tickytack slopes just...
...nearest neighbors and two of their closest friends. When the football year is out (fearing injury, Joe won't ride in season), Cass and Joe can be seen galloping through the buckbrush up and down the peninsula hills, sometimes clear to the ocean six miles off on the horizon. Joe has a great fondness for animals. The two obstreperous dachshunds, Broadway (a tribute to Namath) and Bosley (after Charlie's Angels' major domo) reside underfoot. Says Cass: "Joe will just sit here and get lost for hours in an animal book...
...Dealers who made fortunes in the '60s and '70s stuffing American art down European throats are now selling Europeans to Americans; beneath all the excited talk of how American cultural imperialism has at last been rejected, and how national artists in Germany or Italy dominate the cultural horizon, the same mechanisms of the market grind imperturbably on. Last year it was young Italian artists-Cucchi, Chia, Clemente; this year, Germans...