The work is analytical, distanced, as Yau points out--it is perfect, flat, uninflected, and I love that. I love that he has distance. There is a kind of cold perfection that makes me think about what Walter Benjamin wrote on film (it is a seamless sum of parts) and the prowess with which these paintings are made. The expressionist core of this work is becalmed, but no less curious in charting new possibilities. He doesn't build each painting from scratch, but instigates procedures that produce a magnificent exhibition. |
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