Saturday, November 8, 2025

Abstract

  






 

 W  O  M  A  N     1          1  9  5  0

 

 W i l l e m     d e  K o o n i n g


 For two years de Kooning struggled with

how he would go about portraying a woman

using bold colors and broad strokes - his own

personal method of painting.  


Great painting.  Too bad she looks like the

stone age Venus de Willendorf and not

something to be found on a cave's man wall.

She's too predatory.


It's Round 8 of a domestic dispute.








 B R O A D W A Y    B O O G I E    W O O G I E          1 9 4 2


 P i e t     M o n d r i a n

 

 Mondrian fled the Nazi takeover of Europe and 

found himself willy-nilly amidst the bustling streets

of New York City - the Great White Way!

Neon lights everywhere, turning nighttime streets

into day.  Here was where jazz was played.

Piet loved jazz.


Here was all his needed inspiration poured into

a few short blocks.








E L E G Y    T O    T H E    S P A N I S H    R E P U B L I C          1 9 7 1    


R o b e r t     M o t h e r w e l l

 

 Lament for those who lost their life fighting

the Nazis during the Spanish Civil War.  

People from all around and all walks of life

came to help defend Spain's fledgling Republic.

It was a lost cause.


Robert Motherwell once said the black ovals in

the painting reminded him of hanging bull testicles.

Whatever they are, they are blocking the view.

You are being crowded by bullies.


What are you going to do about it?








C  O  N  V  E  R  G  E  N  C  E          1  9  5  2


 J a c k s o n     P o l l o c k

 

 It was only black and white initially, but Pollack 

didn't like the results.  It was glum.

Time to sling it some color.

Give it rhythm.  

Giddy up.


Actually, it's more like Frank Sinatra crooning

Fly Me to the Moon.


It's fanciful topping on a splash of sober.








W  H  I  T  E     F  L  A  G


 J a s p e r     J o h n s

 

 Here is the white of a weathered fence.

Jasper Johns created the textured effect 

by suspending pigment in hot wax.

It becomes a painting of small, unexpected 

pleasures mixed into this overall effect.

It's understated old school.


It was a time when people thought

wrinkles make the man.

Sort of.








N  O .     4  6


M a r k     R o t h k o

 

 No narrative.  Just color.

You supply the emotion.

Walk up to it real close.

It's eight and a half feet tall.

Rothko intended it to envelope you.


Is this art for art's sake or your shrink

playing the cello?




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Sunday, November 2, 2025

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Self Portrait

 

   

 

 

  

 

 M  I  C  H  E  L  A  N  G  E  L  O

1  5  4  1

 

Which of these gents in this Sistine Chapel painting

is the famous Renaissance sculptor Michelangelo? 

At the top of the painting we see Christ rendering

his last judgement on the fate of souls on this

final day of time; Mary at his side.


That is Saint Bartholomew sitting on a cloud, 

to Christ's left.  He holds a knife in one hand

and his own flayed skin in the other.

Bartholomew was martyred by being skinned alive.

The drooping face on the skin is that of Michelangelo.

There is no triumph in the manner of his own depiction.

He has been tasked with portraying the divine.

Now he is in despair.  


I am not worthy.







 F  R  I  D  A      K  A  H  L  O

1  9  4  0


 It's a necklace of thorns she wears.

A dead hummingbird hangs near her neck.

The monkey over her shoulder busies itself

pulling her neckless, which increases her pain.

Here is Frida's desolation from a love gone bad.


She fell in love with the celebrated muralist,

Diego Rivera.  The attraction was mutual

and they married.  How could two people

made for each other screw things up so bad?

It was a tumultuous relationship, with each

having numerous affairs and revenge sex.


It all ended in divorce.  

Temporarily.









 A  N  D  Y      W  A  R  H  O  L

1  9  6  3


 "I think somebody should be able to do all

my paintings for me."


Warhol wasn't into chasing for nirvana.

It wasn't in his DNA.  He'd bring his own brand

of perfection.  He found his inspiration in

soup cans, publicity shots of Marilyn Monroe

and corpses sprawled across scenes of highway 

fatality.


You're looking for a painting to go over your sofa

but you don't have a lot of money to spend.

No problem.  


I'm going to take an ordinary Bazooka bubblegum

wrapper.  Blow it up to around thirty times its

original size.  Now all I need is a sturdy backing

and a frame.  No long hours will I spend fighting 

the eccentricities of oil.


It's about appreciation. 

Take something mundane. Present it

in a manner that has an air of intrigue.

Now you're seeing the world as a child would -

for the first time, and once again.


All for $49.95.  Free shipping.








  F  R  A  N  C  I  S      B  A  C  O  N

1  9  6  9


Vulnerability.

He faces himself at a time when his longtime lover

has died.  One of those what's it all about moments.

He is uneasy about the future but he remains

contemplative.  He is content, but with great

emotional intensity.








 L  U  C  I  A  N      F  R  E  U  D 

1  9  8  5


Lucian always looked for unvarnished truth.

It had to express reality; not just in physical likeness

but also by providing some expression of the subject's

inner life.  Here we see senior citizen Freud

in all his blemishes and wrinkles, skillfully rendered

with thick impasto strokes of oil.







 C  H  U  C  K      C  L  O  S  E

2  0  0  3


 Close was never healthy.  His childhood was

a struggle with physical ailments of all sorts.

And he was dyslexic.  At that time people mistook

 his disability for just being slow.  

Despite these setbacks Chuck Close became

a portrait artist of note.  Then he was struck down

by a neurological condition that left him paralyzed. 

Unable to use his arms Close gripped a brush

with his teeth to apply his paint.  His portraits

 evolved into a grid of squares, each in its

own fashion, to add life to a face.  


Chuck Close became wealthy and famous.

He traveled between two splendid households

situated outside New York City.  He socialized 

with a wide group of friends.  Life was good.

Then it wasn't.  Suddenly Close walked away

from it all - his homes, his friends.  His address

was now in a maze, sprawling with anonymous 

apartments.  He spent himself; frantic. 

Painting self portraits, one after the other. 

 

Life was a mosaic he needed to catch.




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