New YorkBack when I was an art student at a big university, there were scattered among our little coterie of aspiring Richard Diebenkorn-ish figurative painters and wannabe Abstract Expressionists a few beatnik women armed with crow quill pens and Dr. Ph. Martin’s watercolors who’d make small “spiritual” paintings on paper. Because their work seemed an auto-therapeutic retreat from our grand and secular gallery ambitions, we who slathered oil paint onto sizable canvases dismissed them. (And yes, there was more than a little...

Source: Wall Street Journal September 09, 2020 19:07 UTC