October 30, 2013
What Bullshit.

Peter Schjeldahl, in The New Yorker:

Like it or not, Christopher Wool, now fifty-eight, is probably the most important American painter of his generation. You might fondly wish, as I do, for a champion whose art is richer in beauty and in charm: Wool’s work consists primarily of dour, black-and-white pictures of stencilled words, in enamel, usually on aluminum panels; decorative patterns made with incised rollers; and abstract, variously piquant messes, involving spray paint and silk screens. Let’s get over it.

If you are put off by the harshness of Wool’s rigor, as I was, it means that you aren’t ready to confess that our time admits, and merits, nothing cozier in an art besieged by the aesthetic advances, as well as the technical advances, of photographic and digital mediums. Once you stop resisting the gloomy mien of Wool’s work, it feels authentic, bracing, and even, on occasion, blissful…

Lately fetching millions at auction, Wool’s art leaves critics to sift through the hows and the whys of a singular convergence of price and value. Would that the expensive were always so good.


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Posted by Jerome Doolittle at October 30, 2013 10:26 AM
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Why paint it when it can be twittered?

Posted by: Peter on October 31, 2013 8:24 AM

Good point, Peter. I think I'll start painting my tweets and make a fortune.

Posted by: JoyfulA on November 4, 2013 8:11 PM
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