Bratby

I didn’t know the British kitchen-sink painter John Bratby wrote books till a couple weeks ago. A podcast I like mentioned a novel called Breakdown and I picked up a cheap copy on eBay. What I knew of him before was his grubby canvases of apartments full of crap. They’re gleefully messy and look likeContinue reading “Bratby”

My Heart & I Agree

Lucy sent me her new book and I pretty much inhaled it. I’ve been reading her so long it feels like second nature. I wrote something about it, but it’s not so much a review as a kind of thank-you note. Donna’s been in town fixing up her building to sell and she relented andContinue reading “My Heart & I Agree”

Slipping Glimpser

There’s a de Kooning drawing show up at the museum. I went the first hour members were allowed in. His whipping boomerang paintstrokes have been crucial to me for over forty years. It was like visiting a childhood classroom but unlike that deflating or disorienting experience, de Kooning hasn’t shrunk or otherwise morphed or wastedContinue reading “Slipping Glimpser”