Jackson Pollock | Lucifer, 1947. I'm not a Pollock fan, but I once again appreciate how it speaks of the culture of the time (to this day). It's the commentary on culture--of its randomness and meaninglessness--which I do not share that causes me not to be a fan (but, once again, appreciative in a historical sense).
Albert Irvin, the painter, who has died aged 92, started out in the 1950s as a figurative artist of the kitchen sink school, but after discovering Willem de Kooning, Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko at a famous Tate exhibition in 1956 he reinvented himself as an exponent of a dazzlingly vigorous abstract expressionism, becoming one of Britain’s most respected abstract artists.
Rauschenberg, Canyon (1959) • “neo-dada”- assembles detritus of the everyday • uses printed imagery • bald eagle- illegal to own • was a gift. Can’t resell-illegal. Given as donation, tax must be paid. • “you have to have time to feel sorry for yourself if you’re gonna be a good abstract expressionism." • “you have to work in the undefined space between art and life”