Inigo Manglano-Ovalle has received the Richard H. Driehaus Foundation Individual Artist
Award (2008), the John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation
fellowship (2001), the Media Arts Award from the Wexner Center for the
Arts (1997), and a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship (1995). In New York, he is represented by Max Protetch Gallery and Galeria de Arte Soledad Lorenzo in Madrid.
He lives in Chicago.
Two Women with Still Life, 1952, pastel and charcoal on paper, Museum of Modern Art, New York
Organized by John Elderfield. The show is perfection. Here's what a few favorites have had to say on the subject:
Holland
Cotter, New York Times, on de
Kooning's figures:
"...By
Pink Angels
the figures have lost their clothes, lost their
faces, and become monstrously voluptuous, approximately human forms made from
chunks of cut-up flesh. It's as if we're seeing the cleanup phase of a sloppy
autopsy, but on that took place inside a chamber of gold.
How
such a scene can be beautiful, but it is. De Kooning once famously observed
that "flesh was the reason why oil paint was invented." It's
important to remember that he wasn't thinking only of the milk-white flawless
flesh of Titian courtesans but also flesh that bruised, bled, rotten away. The
vanitas awareness of the 17th-century Dutch still-life painters was strong in
him, the bass note to his force-of-life vigor..."
portrait of de Kooning by Arnold Newman
Peter
Schjeldahl, The
New Yorker, on de Kooning's early genius:
"...in
1926, de Kooning arrived in New York with dazzling skills, a yeoman's work
ethic, and an allergy to convention. In 1930, he found his mentor, Arshile
Gorky, whose harrowing agon with the art of Picasso broached a new mode of
pictorial space. By the early forties, his genius bloomed...His Pink Angels
has the compacted force of classic Cubism, but with no trace of its jigsaw
armatures..."
Collage, 1950, oil, enamel, steel tacks on paper, Solinger Collection
"...However,
the main takeaway for me involves De Kooning’s role as both an exemplar and
apostate of the New York School catechism. He was the very model of what the
critic Harold Rosenberg defined as an “authentic” artist: someone who treated
the canvas as an arena in which to enact the drama of self-creation, free of
historical baggage. Yet his continuous oscillation between abstraction and
figuration suggests a deep indebtedness to the past. He emerges from this show
as a sort of proto-postmodernist: not in the sense of valuing irony, but
rather, in understanding that modernism simply constituted another phase of art
history..."
Orestes, 1947, enamel on paper mounted on plywood, private collection, (c) 2011 The Willem de Kooning Foundation/Artists Rights Society, ARS (New York)
"...In
the final gallery comes the wintry incandescence of the last works, and they
take my breath away. Exquisitely lyrical looping locutions, lone lines and
coral-reef color, umbilical curves: They curl and cut back in viscous fields of
mysterious expanding space. The widows and chairs of the first paintings are
here. As is the space, so hard won. In this gallery is his last rite of visual
passage, the perfectly titled The Cat's Meow -- centrifugal harmonies in pastel
that let you see the order and ecstasy in chaos, and the chaos in order and
ecstasy..."
The Cat's Meow, 1987, oil on canvas, collection Jasper Johns