de Kooning: An American Master
- An American Art Story Like No Other
I am near the end of this book for the first time. During several semesters of Art History we did not touch very deeply on contemporary art, so I was not as familiar as I should be with this wonderful Abstract Expressionist. Of course, he was still alive when I was a student, and he was moving into some very important works during that time. Stevens and Swann have done detailed research on the work of de Kooning as well as detailed research on his personal life. As artists we understand this all important connection, however it is a rare treat when we can find it pulled together in such a comprehensive work.
De Kooning was quite a character as were many of the American Abstract Expressionist, however he was one of the few who lived a long life. It is clear, though, that without a lot of people helping him his work would not have been found, because he was truly only interested in painting, drinking and women. The writers bring you right into his studios where you can get a feel for the materials he used along with the contemplation and irritations which happened there. You feel as though you are in the bar with all of the struggling New York artist trying to make sense of their world. Many times, those nights did not end all that well.
This is a weighty book in many ways, but the over 600 pages are chocked full of insights and photos to transport you right into de Kooning’s world. I loved the feeling of being in his studio, standing back from his paintings to contemplate by his side. It was easy to imagine myself sitting in the rocking chair beside him in the large studio expanse.
I highly recommend you find yourself a copy of this award winning book. You will be very glad you did, and I will wonder how it plays into your own work and life. I am eager to hear your thoughts.
Update: I have now completed the book and found the ending very sad and very satisfying. Sad to think this man was so tormented (although in some ways he was the making of his own torment and in other ways it was a sign of the times), yet it was very clear it was his art making which kept him moving forward. In relation to other painters of his era he lived a very long life, although the torment was similar and the poison the same. I look forward to reading this book again very soon.
