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Hodgkin's paintings are not about ideas. They are feelings declared in color--feelings triggered by places (Venice, Naples, Morocco, India, or rooms in London) or by memories of encounters (sociable or sexual), all embedded in pigment of quite shameless lushness. They are intelligent not in the way argument can be but in the way painting is--though, in most cutting-edge art, actually...
...paintings tend to be objects: thick wooden boards, never canvas, and heavily framed. The paint is constantly reworked--not fiddled with, but glazed and obliterated over the years by successive coats. Each is a palimpsest, one improvisation partly burying another but leaving hints of it behind. Pigment covers the frame as well as the board, wanting to overrun the confines of surface. Even when Hodgkin's paintings are on the wall, you think of picking them up, the small ones especially, and hefting them in your hand. Dense, resistant lumps of color, real things in the real world--a status...
...gene causes a fly's normally red eyes to be white. The gene's specific job is to produce a protein that enables cells to utilize an essential amino acid called tryptophan. If fruit flies are unable to process tryptophan properly, then they cannot manufacture red eye pigment...
Robert Hughes' review "Being a Nuisance," about Bruce Nauman's retrospective show, was nauseating [ART, April 24]. We have come to the Gotterdammerung of art, proved by Hughes' description of Nauman's work Black Balls: ". eight minutes of Nauman's fingers rubbing black pigment in close-up on his scrotum." We have evolved from the excellent sculpture of the Greeks and Romans to Renoir and other French painters-to this. Certainly the Dark Ages are upon...
...17th century metaphysical poet John Donne, who, faced with a world of expanding information and concomitant chaos, mastered paradox through meditation.Bruce Nauman creates art that is a drama of a particularly physical sort of imagining." Well, yes: remember Black Balls, 1969, eight minutes of Nauman's fingers rubbing black pigment in close-up on his scrotum? "O my America! my new-found land...