February 4, 2007
February 3, 2007
Piet Modrian
This is the painting that knocks the wind out of me at the MOMA. Brings tears. Seems the most sacred.
‘Everything was spotless white, like a laboratory. In a light smock, with his clean-shaven face, taciturn, wearing his heavy glasses, Mondrian seemed more a scientist or priest than an artist. The only relief to all the white were large matboards, rectangles in yellow, red and blue, hung in asymmetric arrangements on all the walls. Peering at me through his glasses, he noticed my glance and said: “I’ve arranged these to make it more cheerful.”‘
He painted a fake tulip white because he banned the colour green from being in his house
* * Play the Modrian Machine * *
January 26, 2007
January 9, 2007
Caio Fonseca
These apparently unpremeditated, albeit rigorously ordered, paintings always read as the product of accretion, which makes Fonseca’s comment about refusal and denial somewhat surprising. Yet longer acquaintance with his work of the past few years makes it clear that his emphasis on rejecting possibilies is very real.
Since about 2000, Fonseca’s process could, in fact, be characterized not simply as “finding the painting” but as creating as open-ended set of visual possibilities and then gradually destroying all of the roads not taken.

















