A long time ago, in another life, I was an art crtitic for Long Island Newsday. I would go to exhibitions all over the Island and have to come home and think up 750 semi-sensible words to describe/evaluate/discuss the exhibitions I had seen.
This was not always easy. If I liked the work, I was considered 'perceptive'. If I didn't like it, I was considered stupid or ill-educated.
As everyone knows, there is a great deal of bunk written about art. Probably more pretentious verbiage than about almost anything else. There is also some thoughtful, useful stuff, but not much of it.
All this rambling is because I have to write a short piece to go with Robert's art show in June. All these pictures here aren't his paintings at all.
Just the paper he cleans his brushes on.
I was thinking of inventing an obscure abstract painter to write about. This might have been fun. Quite a lot of modern art borders on the hoax-like. So no great thoughts from me.
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