nS t u d i o : E v e r y t h i n g E l s e

 

art is art, everything else is everything else

ad reinhardt 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S u n d a y s I n T h e P a r k

 

 

 bandshell sycamore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C o l o r e d R a i n T o u c h l e s s W a s h

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Art goes on. Art that is transgressive will recur. But it will do so nakedly for anyone who chooses to characterize it, not only for those initiates who congratulate one another on their shared investment in standards of truth, beauty, and good conscience. Cold winds are blowing from the future onto aspirations to provide society, or even segments of society, with a capacity to bridge differences with mutual respect. I’ve often reflected that uses of “we” in critical writing are unavoidably presumptuous, though they are rhetorically meant only to invite, or perhaps to seduce, agreement. I’ve never felt less confidence in the pronoun, at a time of alienations that recall what W. B. Yeats perceived in another pandemic year, 1919: “Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”

Excerpt from Philip Guston and the Boundaries of Art Culture  By Peter Schjeldahl
New Yorker THE ART WORLD    OCTOBER 19, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

O h S a y C a n Y o u S e e

 

 

 the sky is falling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the last act

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

N i g h t @ M a r e (r e d u x)

 

 

 

 

   P o l y c h l o r i n a t e d B i p h e n y l s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

four palms 

 

 

 

 

 

 

D a y F o r N i g h t : the nearest star to earth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x : Fallen Clouds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

B l u e H e r o n L a k e

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

B A R T

 redundant array

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

O h S a y C a n Y o u S e e

 

 

 

awaiting retribution

the unnaturalization of mother earth and blue

 

the untitled no. 47

fool's gold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x : W a t e r f a l l

 

 

thinking of pat with an s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

nS t u d i o

 

 

 the shadow knows

S a n d B o x

 

 

a matter of time

n S i d e E f f e c t s

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x

 

 

two crow morning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

two more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 tiny bubbles

not waikiki

 

 

 

  

 

when the deep purple falls
april & nino

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x : S w e p t A w a y

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nS t u d i o : L e a r n i n g To T u r n P a g e

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nS t u d i o : S h a d o w & F o r m e r S e l f

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nS t u d i o : B ro k e n B o o k

 

 

 

 

 

 

it is written

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nS t u d i o

 

 

 my only one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 not this one

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x

 

 

 desperately seeking helen with an f

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 to dance with helen with an f

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x : Still Life

two in the morning

the dog and pony show

cropped

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

S a n d B o x

 found objects

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 under clouds and under water