Christopher Wool's show is very elegant in a contemporary way.
He seems to have won the day, though I wondered if de Kooning himself would have liked it. It seemed some time ago that Chris left the arena of painting for itself and entered the critical world of Richter and European uber-thought. Here any painting is as good as another. The system is the thing or idea. It is funny as this complexity actually seems to stop thought and prepare the object for it's way as a commodity.
There is something of the intricate thought of today's Wall Street Market.
The de Kooning show at Gagosian is surprising in the context now of the parodies going on around displayed in the Gagosian gift or book store.
The actual drawing in touch with the mind even at a state of senility is what I look for. The prior history of his life's drawing unfolds there in front of you still and we reach for it.
The de Koonings still have a poetry of the coming to terms with the fright in the world, of form goobling up form.
Chris's dyspepsia is more of William Burrough's world. So much of that literature is now an adolescent dream which leaves us wondering what we saw.
It is of this contemporary world of ours and it is unfolds in a wonderful way. The latest work are the ones I care and wonder about.
Brice Marden seems to have a chance to edge back in here?
deKooning at Gagosian.
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