Tag Archives: Matisse

Summer of Love

  As if I were totally innocent of the question, and the conundrum fresh and unexamined, I asked myself while brushing my teeth this morning: artist: what’s the right thing to do? As if I had not been studying what … Continue reading

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Undercover Travel

These are places I may be going this summer: Tel Aviv, Berlin, Madrid, Menorca, Barcelona. Then again, I may not. There’s a spy in me.   I use guises.  A writer needs a certain anonymity. In this existential “spy” stance, there … Continue reading

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That Mysterious Creative Process

I have a particular tic when I do interviews.  While talking to the artist, often a musician, it will have registered that I’m looking at a regular person.  I’ll try to align that ordinary person before me with the extraordinary … Continue reading

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Icarus, World War II Hero

The sheer compression of  emotion in Matisse’s artist’s book, Jazz, is stunning.  It is both joyous and violent, an explosion, and the viewer marvels that Matisse was both deliberately and spontaneously capable of ordering and expressing the essence of his … Continue reading

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