Posts Tagged ‘Frank Stella’

Robert Rauschenberg

Tuesday, May 22nd, 1990

Great art cheats death of its victory by trans­forming memo­ry’s fragile frag­ments into some­thing lasting, precious, and incor­rupt­ible. The ghostly white porch is a window to a world beyond flesh and paint — a world without sorrow or substance, color or weight. It is cool, pale, and white as a bone.

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Robert Whitman

Sunday, January 14th, 1990

The canvas curled back like a white wave. The light turned red. Silhou­ettes of dancers moved through the white space like brush­strokes moving across a picture plane. The light turned white. The ceiling rippled and billowed. Silence. White light. I was taking notes, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of my own writing. It was over.

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