Since the 1990s, growing numbers of art critics have come to believe that the art market had infiltrated every sector of the art world and had devalued art criticisms role in shaping the art world consensus. As one art writer said, he feels like a piano player in a whorehouse.
Ad Reinhardt was my personal gadfly, and he had much to goad, since I was an avid devotee of Abstract Expressionism and a member in good standing of the boys, Philip Pavias term for de Koonings coterie, condemned by Ad as impure.
This July, while spending the summer in New York City, New York Magazine art critic Jerry Saltz paid a visit to Rail Consulting Editor Irving Sandlers home in the West Village to talk about his life and work.
Entering the avant-garde art world in the 1950s, I was reared on modernist painting and its attitudes.
So much has been said about the essence of things and men that youll forgive me if Ill say a few words in praise of the surface.
Just a few days before the artists opening reception of her recent exhibit Errätus at Galerie Lelong (March 18 May 1, 2010), Ursula von Rydingsvard welcomed Consulting Editor Irving Sandler and Art Editor John Yau to her Brooklyn Studio to view the works and then discuss her life and work.
On the occasion of the New York Times art critic, and contributing editor at Art in America, Ken Johnsons recent publication Are You Experienced? How Psychedelic Consciousness Transformed Modern Art, consulting editor Irving Sandler welcomes the author to his West Village home to talk about his life, work, and more.
Dear Dave, welcome back to art writing, if indeed your article was a signifier of that. I was troubled by your abandonment of us in the first place.
Charles Simonds is an artist who has been making dwelling places for an imaginary civilization of Little People who are migrating through the streets of cities throughout the world. Each dwelling tells part of the story of the lives of these people, where they have gone, what they do, how they live, and what they believe.
I have been concerned that in the critical community, there is this insistence that art is about beauty versus politics, criticality versus sensuality, or all these absolutely ridiculous dichotomies.
On the occasion of her two recent one-person exhibits, a survey show at MUDAM Luxembourg (Musée dArt Moderne GrandDuc Jean), curated by Marie-Claude Beaud (on view till February 2, 2009), and new paintings at Arndt & Partner Zurich (on view till November 22, 2008,) Rail Consulting Editor Irving Sandler welcomed the painter Ena Swansea to his home in the West Village to discuss her life and work.
"I believe in individual taste, but taste-making is a kind of fiction. It's just a way to organize things that as time passes are going to fall apart again," says Smith.
First Nam June Paik. Now Allan Kaprow. Two great innovators, gone.
Is there justification in the widespread feeling among us that art criticism is irrelevant, eclipsed by the activities of dealers, collectors, and curators, and consequently that there is a crisis in art criticism?
In the more than dozen years that Ad Reinhardt and I were friends, he said to me a number of times that Art is art and everything else is everything elseand never the twain shall meet.
Arshile Gorky is a Geiger counter of art.2 So said Willem de Kooning, his closest friend in the 1930s. From the start of his lifes work in the mid-20s, he sought to assimilate the history of modern painting.
This call is written from a deep feeling of frustration with things as they are in the art world, a feeling shared by many art critics today. Consequently, I believe that we as art critics begin to deal with a series of questions.
He became my friend and his insights into art meant more to me than those of any other artist or critic I knew at the time. So it now seems fitting to end the second and final volume of my memoir by writing about Bill and the astonishing show of 200 of his paintings at the Museum of Modern Art.
Most of what I know about art I learned by listening to artists in their lofts; at The Club (which I ran from 1957 to 1962), where the Abstract Expressionists met for panel discussions, lectures, drinking, and dancing; the Cedar Street Tavern; and the Tenth Street cooperative galleries, notably the Tanager Gallery (which I managed from 1956 to 1959).