The presence of love in a work of art shouldn’t be a primary gauge of its merit. If it were, the world would be overrun by masterpieces—or depleted of them, depending on how you looked at it. Love and artistic necessity don’t always go hand in hand. Take Matisse, for example. Love doesn’t exactly radiate Read More
Eric Holzman’s Crying Sky
Channels the Old Masters
Sometimes scale is everything. Three years ago, the Tibor de Nagy Gallery exhibited a group of small paintings by Eric Holzman, moody deliberations on the conventions of Renaissance art. Currently, the Jason McCoy Gallery is showing recent landscapes by Mr. Holzman that now find him pursuing Read More
Sometimes scale is everything. Three years ago, the Tibor de Nagy Gallery exhibited a group of small paintings by Eric Holzman, moody deliberations on the conventions of Renaissance art. Currently, the Jason McCoy Gallery is showing recent landscapes by Mr. Holzman that now find him pursuing the same tangent-except for one thing: The paintings are Read More
How could anyone not love Hans Hofmann (1880-1966)? Given the pluralist fog we’re currently muddling through, perhaps the question should be rephrased: How could anyone who loves the art of painting not love Hofmann? The retrospective of his works on paper, now on display at Ameringer/Howard, isn’t much more than a patchwork introduction to the Read More
