Tag Archives: de Kooning

Details on Page 97

Posted on March 12, 2024 by Mark Kerstetter

On page 97 of Mark Stevens’ and Annalyn Swan’s de Kooning: An American Master (Knopf, 2004), they state that de Kooning and Arshile Gorky met in 1929 at a social gathering at Misha Reznikoff’s studio. The two quarreled and almost … Continue reading →

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Time as a Theme in de Kooning and Ashbery

Posted on October 13, 2021 by Mark Kerstetter

Time is an emulsion—Ashbery I have to keep the paint wet so that I can change it over and over, I mean, do the same thing over and over+I’m really slipping most of the time into that glimpse—de Kooning The … Continue reading →

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blood and ashes

Posted on June 11, 2019 by Mark Kerstetter

Two Men Standing (blood and ashes) There was a third man, a first man, a failed first, a forever failing first. You’ll find him in the blank space to my right, on that pedestal of dirty laundry. He’s gone, was … Continue reading →

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Robert Rauschenberg and Working in the Gap

Posted on March 19, 2019 by Mark Kerstetter

It’s hard to read about Robert Rauschenberg without encountering a Great American Image: a uniquely American hero in modern visual art. It seems to me rather that he was more like the Slavoj Žižek of the art world of his … Continue reading →

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Rimbaud and de Kooning

Posted on February 5, 2019 by Mark Kerstetter

Arriving from always, you’ll go away everywhere. —Rimbaud We are modern. We are so because Rimbaud commanded us to be. —Ashbery It is one of those curious accidents (but are they really accidents?) that I have resumed my de Kooning … Continue reading →

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Sometimes You’re the Bug

Posted on November 24, 2015 by Mark Kerstetter

I’ve been singing The Bug while I do my work lately. It started with needing to replace a piece of trim on the carriage house (fancy word for garage). Uncovering one piece of wasted wood revealed another, and then others. … Continue reading →

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