It’s a famous image. Merce Cunningham, chair strapped to his back, suspended in the air, somehow peaceful, not a hair out of place, effortless. His signature: the eerily calm upper torso. The image is from a dance called Antic Meet. It’s a 1958 collaboration between Cunningham and his close friend, artist Robert Rauschenberg, staged to Read More
The silver fox with the golden eye is showing off.
Powerhouse art dealer Larry Gagosian will, for the first time, put his personal contemporary art collection on public view. The cultural and tourism divisions of Abu Dhabi are expected to announce shortly that the gallerist’s own works, which include some 72 Andy Read More
Last night, on the eve of the election, artists and philanthropists gathered for the 14th Annual Artwalk benefit auction for the Coalition for the Homeless. The event was in honor of the late abstract expressionist artist Robert Rauschenberg, a longtime supporter.
"Bob was of grand generosity, of of the most generous men I ever knew–he Read More
Robert Rauschenberg, a pioneering American artist who was an accomplished sculptor, painter, photographer, printmaker, choreographer, onstage performer, set designer and, even a composer, died Monday night. He was 82. His death was confirmed by his gallery, PaceWildenstein in Manhattan. The New York Times reports:
Mr. Rauschenberg defied the traditional idea that an artist stick Read More
When someone who was once at the helm of MoMA promises to confront our uncertainties about the last five decades of nonrepresentational art, it’s worth taking notice. But despite the clear and perceptive intelligence of author Kirk Varnedoe (1946-2003), Pictures of Nothing: Abstract Art Since Pollock doesn’t quite answer its own bald-faced query: “What is Read More
Mayor Michael Bloomberg failed to bring the Jets to the West Side. And now it looks like there’s little he can do to stop a controversial landlord from moving there instead.
Baruch Singer, who owns dozens of tenement buildings in the city’s poorer neighborhoods, has spent $61.7 million dollars with his partners on five lots Read More
Ornette Coleman stands before Jackson Pollock’s Number 13 (1949), one of the more poetic splatter paintings, ferociously dense yet airily light. He ponders it for several minutes, tracing his index finger over its subtler patterns. “These don’t look like strokes,” he finally says in his hushed, gentle tone. “They look like signals or messages, like Read More
Ornette Coleman stands before Jackson Pollock’s Number 13 (1949), one of the more poetic splatter paintings, ferociously dense yet airily light. He ponders it for several minutes, tracing his index finger over its subtler patterns. “These don’t look like strokes,” he finally says in his hushed, gentle tone. “They look like signals or messages, like Read More
There’s no epithet in the art world quite as damning or feared as “conservative.” Sounds dreadful, doesn’t it? The word carries with it the stale smell of convention, easily digested comforts and hidebound principles. (Forget politics; we’re talking aesthetics here.)
Certainly there’s no creature so roundly mocked by contemporary tastemakers. People twist themselves into knots Read More
