Monday, December 18

The Morandi Show

Tuesday, December 12

The Number 4
10 x 8 in
December 07 2006

little installation

Title /song-pyun(松片 ; pine tree - rice cake)-and -s
/picture present from a friend. nov.2006. /



I built up in my mind an imaginary installation with hundreds of these song-pyuns. Only few make this bothering, traditional things these days for thanks giving day. Little grains. rare material stick together. like a certain memories. - don't know why only touched by little things.






Monday, December 4

Fairfield Porter on Edwin Dickinson

Dickinson makes the most out of the least, especially in Winter Woods, Wellfleet, or View of Green Island. Least is, green, flat ground and blue-green sky; or an impression of trees that gives, with trained simplicity, a single essential for landscape, namely, the presence of nature. In these little paintings, or quick ones, he is in touch with an elusive, and fleeting, essentiality. In his large exhibition pieces, he is in touch with not entirely coordinated ideas of art. In the large paintings, he expresses, like an inadequate classicist, the limitations of a formality that originates outside himself; in the small paintings he has been able to surrender to his deepest self which has a profounder form than the form one can know and understand. It is a form that does not impose itself on his subjects, nor is it outside them. Chekhov said he wrote about the inkwell, and in the same way, in Dickinson’s small paintings, there is none of the manipulation of the artist who has lost contact with himself. (Art in Its Own Terms, p. 118-20.)

A Hungarian in Paris



Well, my stalwarts, here we go. Or perhaps the martial metaphor is incorrect--but my lovelies doesn't work either. Maybe compatriots (touch of the French) or comrades--that's it, comrades--the history of socialism in 19th century Europe--or China, for that matter--a coming together in spirit, with an eye to change--the heart, the hand, the soul... How did Gedali put it (in the story by Isaac Babel), A Revolution of Good People. ("But Gedali, the revolution wants blood...") Yes, a revolution of good people--good people and good paintings, too--colors emerging from the heart, themes with closest feelings of accuracy--accuracy to an imagined past, and a future better understood... What more can we ask, than this time together, looking, talking, sharing... Sharing all...