So what are you waiting for?
Post #1187 • June 3, 2008, 2:28 PM • 8 Comments
As for "Arnold Friedman: The Language of Paint," I've seen it twice, and I plan to go back a third time. Among other things, I want to take one last look at Friedman's "Sawtooth Falls," a 1945 canvas of the utmost splendor. It's on loan from the Museum of Modern Art, but I've never seen it there, nor do I expect MoMA to hang it any time soon--unless, of course, they can find an empty stairwell.
He concludes with a sentiment I can get behind:
I pass on this story both to share my delight in my new acquisition and to inspire those of you who long to try your hand at collecting art but suffer from the mistaken notion that you have to be rich to do so. Two hundred and forty dollars for a limited-edition lithograph by a chronically underappreciated American master strikes me as a damned good deal. So what are you waiting for?
Friedman could be quite good, evincing some of the flickering fussiness of Bonnard and a This Could Be Chinese sense of contained weightlessness that one might find in Balthus. The print shows that the artist looked good and hard at Seurat. Googling turned up a Mario Naves review of the same show with some background on the man:
Friedman liked to vent his spleen by writing on the backs of his canvases. One note reads: "Modern aestheticism with its obscurantism and obfuscation bears the same relation to the theology which haggled hotly over the number of angels that could dance on the point of a needle and has about the same influence on art as it did on true faith." The artist had little patience for orthodoxy, fashion or "the American collector (and dealer)," though he was magnanimous enough to note that a "few exceptions ... are cheerfully granted."
Sounds like my kind of guy. Congrats to Terry on his purchase. So, what are you waiting for?