The cause was respiratory complications of an infection, her son Philip said.
Born in Cleveland in 1926, Ms. Spero studied at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and there met her husband, the painter Leon Golub, to whom she was married for 53 years, until his death in 2004.
The couple moved to Paris in 1959, where Ms. Spero steeped herself in European existentialism and produced a series of oil paintings she had begun in Chicago on the themes of night, motherhood, and eroticism. When they settled in New York City, which became their permanent home, in 1964, the Vietnam War and the social changes it was creating in America profoundly affected Ms. Spero.
To come to grips with those realities, Ms. Spero, who always viewed art as inseparable from life, developed a distinctive kind of political work. Polemical but symbolic, it combined drawing and painting with craft-based techniques like collage and printmaking seldom associated with traditional Western notions of high art and mastery.
Read more at: Nancy Spero; feminist artist addressed political violence
From plinth to People’s Republic: Antony Gormley invades China
Having turned Britons into living statues, the sculptor has now filled a Beijing gallery with an army of human forms. He shows Jonathan Watts around – and explains why he has designs on the 2012 London Olympics
A silvery spider’s web … Antony Gormley stands in front of his sculpture, Another Singularity, in Beijing. Photograph: Oak Taylor-Smith
From plinth to People’s Republic
Joan Snyder, Another Painter Extraordinaire
A couple of weeks ago I purchased a book of Joan Snyder’s work (Joan Snyder by Hayden Herrera). I have been aware of her painting for decades and have always admired it, and her book had been on my “wish-list” for quite some time, but when I opened it I was more than hooked. It’s a delicious tome that I lug around just about wherever I go turning each page with a slowness I’m not used to, making sure I don’t miss a thing. And I haven’t only been examining the luscious photos of her paintings, but poring over every word to understand her work more fully. A cover to cover endeavor, almost unheard of for me regarding a book like this. And the more I read and refer to the paintings mentioned, the more enthralled I become.
From artnet and Betty Cuningham Gallery
PAINT THE HOUSE, 1970 Color chalk, ink, pencil, oil pastel and gouache on paper, h: 30 x w: 22 in
Joan Snyder was born April 16, 1940 in Highland Park, New Jersey. A painter and print-maker , she is both a MacArthur Fellow and Guggenheim Fellow. In 1966 she received an M.F.A. from Rutgers, The State University, New Brunswick, NJ
From The Jewish Museum
SQUARES, 1972 Oil, acrylic, and flock on canvas 48″ x 48″
According to a 2008 City Beat (Cincinnati) review by Matt Morris: Her paintings are positioned in the discourse of Postmodernism and the circular argument of “post-post” we are treading presently. Her vocabulary of strokes, blossoms and chunky blocks is the tamest element of the paintings. Plant matter, paper pulp and who-knows-what have been collaged onto most of the surfaces. “Flow,” for example is initially colored with the blue-green shades of a babbling brook. But seeds glitter and a swath of cheesecloth have been embedded into paint that sometimes gets transparent and gelatinous enough to resemble splatters of vomit.
Snyder exaggerates every potential element of abstract painting, toying with decoration, assemblage and ugly beauty. A stunning diptych, “Primary Fields” courts a lazy grid on a white ground with a fiery canvas of rosy and bloody reds. On the left, little rectangles of dripping paint are arranged on bars like musical compositions or penmanship exercises. The right canvas is like a Monet set aflame with juicy spots that look like gaping wounds. It is a Baroque and metaphysical painting.
FREE TO IMAGINE / LIKE MY CHILD (diptych) 1985 Oil, acrylic, pencil on paper on canvas, h: 36 x w: 72 in
“Making art is, for me, practicing a religion. … My work is my pride, creates for me a heritage. It is a place to struggle freely at my altar.” These words were spoken by Joan Snyder for the Fortieth Biennial Exhibition of Contemporary American Painting held at the Corcoran Gallery in Washington, D.C. in 1987. Twenty-five years earlier Snyder experienced an epiphany, which she expressed with these words, “I felt like my whole life, I had never spoken … had never been heard … had never said anything that had any meaning. When I started painting, it was like I was speaking for the first time.” Joan Snyder is known for the intensity of her feelings. A true Expressionist and feminist in her life and art, this veteran painter uses the broadest possible palette to paint the canvas of her life. From Jewish Women’s Arcive
ORATORIO, 1997, oil, acrylic, plastic grapes, feathers, fabric nails, mud, herbs, paper mache, graphite and paper on canvas, 72″ x 114″
From absolutearts.com: A Painting Survey, 1969-2005
From artnet and Betty Cuningham Gallery
STILL/LIFE, 2002 Oil, acrylic, herbs & fabric on wood panel h: 42 x w: 66 in
From: THE Magazine – Los Angeles: SolwayJones
BLOOD ON OUR HANDS, 2003 acrylic, cloth, glitter, pencil, photographic image on panel, 16 x 16 inches
Excerpted from MacArthur Fellows 2007
Joan Snyder is an accomplished artist whose abstract paintings defy categorization and traverse genres. Over the four decades of her prolific career, Snyder’s body of work has continually evolved in style and form. Beginning with her early “stroke” paintings – intense swaths of color painted over pencil-drawn grids – her works have been essentially narratives of both personal and communal experiences. In these paintings, each brush stroke is like a character in a story, pulsing with emotion and vitality. After abandoning formal grids as the basic structure of her paintings, Snyder’s work became more explicitly gestural and rooted in memory, while at the same time more complex materially. She began to incorporate text scrawled into the paint or frames, as well as found objects such as herbs, sticks, feathers, mud, and nails, to create works saturated with feeling. InThe Cherry Tree (1993), for instance, a work expressing Snyder’s grief surrounding her father’s death, she uses paint, papier-mâché, and straw to render an image that is both elegiac and thriving. While her paintings mirror her personal experience, the visual messages she provides through her images convey universal and readily understood emotions. Through a fiercely individual approach and persistent experimentation with technique and materials, Snyder has extended the expressive potential of abstract painting and inspired a generation of emerging artists.
From artnet and Betty Cuningham Gallery
DREAMTIME FOR EAS , 2006 Acrylic, oil, paper-mache, cloth, herbs, glitter, h: 60 x w: 78 in
From LA Times, Culture Monster, Joan Snyder Review:
LIFE OF A TREE 2007, oil, acrylic, cloth, berries, papier-mâché, glitter, nails, pastel, on linen.
The six paintings and four prints in veteran New York artist Joan Snyder’s L.A. solo debut are vintage Snyder: chewy clots of mismatched materials wrestled into abstract images that are lyrical without being lightweight, visceral without being heavy-handed.
At the Solway-Jones Gallery, the fleshy physicality and broken-bones impact begins with the stuff Snyder uses. Into her gooey mixes of dripping acrylics and runny oils she sprinkles seeds, herbs, twigs, glitter and nails. She contains these stews with nest-like enclosures sculpted from papier-mâché and torn strips of fabric. When they dry, they have the presence of wounded flesh, freshly scabbed over yet too sensitive to touch. Think of these parts of her paintings as scars in the making.
The soaring lyricism in Snyder’s otherwise dark art comes through via her capacity to make paint sing. She slaps gestures together with the best of them without wasting a move or missing a beat.
There’s a no-nonsense frugality to her funky art, which is nothing if not serious. There’s also great pleasure, which comes with the wisdom of knowing what you can do and then doing more than that for reasons you can’t quite explain.
It’s odd for an artist of Snyder’s stature to be having her first solo show in L.A. It’s doubly so because her go-it-alone, category-be-damned, DIY-style rhymes so well with so much of the best painting made in L.A. — David Pagel
Snyder’s work can be seen in New York City in the collections of the Museum of Modern Art, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Whitney Museum of American Art and the Jewish Museum which featured a major survey of Snyder’s work in 2005. Museums throughout the country include The High Museum, the Philadelphia Museum of Art and The Dallas Museum of Fine Arts.
Grayson Perry’s The Walthamstow Tapestry goes on display in London
Detail from The Walthamstow Tapestry by Grayson Perry. Photograph: Linda Nylind
Aside from his way of appearing in public dressed in elaborate couture party frocks, Grayson Perry, who won the 2003 Turner prize, is best known for his beautifully crafted pots decorated with often uncomfortable scenes of modern life.
But now he has turned his hand to textiles, and has produced a vast tapestry decorated with hundreds of brand names – including the Guardian – which goes on display at a London gallery on Friday.
The work, which measures fifteen metres by three metres, was inspired by Perry’s enthusiasm for the elaborate imagery of early 20th-century Sumatran batik fabrics.
The Walthamstow Tapestry, as he has named it, can be read from left to right. It starts with a graphically bloody scene of childbirth and then continues with depictions of the seven ages of man, through childhood, adulthood and eventually to death.
But the devil is in the detail. Around these large human figures teem hundreds of smaller images and words. The words are brand names, detached from their products but leaving behind them, Perry says, the aroma of the particular values they convey.
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David Hockney’s Long Road Home
David Hockney’s iPhone Passion
By Lawrence Weschler
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After two decades of regularly finding himself caught up in all sorts of seemingly extraneous side-passions (photocollages, operatic stage design, fax extravaganzas, homemade photocopier print runs, a controversial revisionist art-historical investigation, and a watercolor idyll), David Hockney, now age seventy-two, has finally taken to painting once again, doing so, over the past three or four years, with a vividness and a sheer productivity perhaps never before seen in his career. This recent body of work consists almost entirely of seasonal landscapes of the rolling hills, hedgerows, tree stands, valley wolds, and farm fields surrounding the somewhat déclassé onetime summer seaside resort of Bridlington, England, on the North Sea coast, where he now lives. Some are intimately scaled but many are among the largest, most ambitious canvases of his entire career.
The paintings have been widely exhibited—in London (at the Tate and the Royal Academy), in Los Angeles, a broad overview in a small museum in Germany this past summer—though not yet in New York, a situation that will be rectified in late October by a major show, his first there in ten years, slated to take up both the uptown and downtown spaces at PaceWildenstein.[1] The buildup toward these shows has found Hockney busier than ever (he is still in the process of completing a dozen fresh canvases as I write), but not so busy that he hasn’t managed to become fascinated by yet another new (and virtually diametrically opposite) technology, one that he is pursuing with almost as much verve and fascination: drawing on his iPhone.
Drawings by David Hockney, made with the Brushes application on his iPhone, 2009.
Frieze art fair fringe: from Anselm Kiefer to Zoo
From major gallery openings to tiny pop-up projects, Frieze week is the busiest in the contemporary art calendar. Here’s our pick of the fringe
Strike a chord … Conrad Shawcross’s new art installation, viewable (by appointment only) in a former subway tunnel buried beneath the streets of London. Photograph: Katherine Rose
Damien Hirst’s paintings are deadly dull
Art review: He may have done them on his own, but these doomy, gloomy paintings look positively amateurish
In pictures: Tour the show for yourself
Damien Hirst’s The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth (2008) at the Wallace Collection. Photograph courtesy Damien Hirst and the Wallace Collection