Lo scafandro e la farfalla

Don’t Call Him a Filmmaker, at Least Not First

THE paintings on broken plates that made Julian Schnabel an art-world star in the early 1980s seemed to announce their importance not just by their retrograde swagger but also by their sheer weight. Hanging one on a wall was like suspending a cabinet full of Buffalo china.
The other day in a former smelting factory near the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn a bunch of new paintings that he had hanging on the walls seemed by contrast to be almost weightless, looking as if skeins of smoke had settled on the canvas. [...]

di Randy Kennedy, articolo completo (11516 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The New York Times 18 Novembre 2007