Robert Hughes is unimpressed by Wilem deKooning’s reputation. “De Kooning has been written about, mainly by Americans, in terms that might seem over-the-top for Rubens. More tempests than Lear and Moby-Dick put together. Hysterical weather reports from some outer galactic fringe, accessible only to Hubble telescopes and art historians – such as John Mekert, who wrote the catalogue for the 1984 retrospective: ‘The creative force of eros has merged with the flux of a shapeless magma of light and unbound matter drifting towards congealment into form.’ Yikes!”