The Greatest Painting? What Does It Mean?

“What, exactly, does it mean to call a painting “great”, let alone the “greatest”? If greatness in art has any meaning it is at odds with an opinion poll that throws it open to the people’s choice. If greatness exists it must be objective and absolute and therefore not ours to vote for. Greatness suggests a world historical significance, a sublimity. It has nothing to do with competition.”

Reconsidering Matisse

“The key fact is his self-invention as a painter, entering art history from essentially nowhere, as if by parachute. Never having had traditional lessons to unlearn (unlike Picasso, with his incessant industry of demolishing and reconstructing the inherited language of painting), Matisse innovated on something like whim—a privilege, without guidelines or guarantees, for which he paid a steep toll in anxiety. There is even a touch of the naïf or the primitive about him, though it is hard to grasp, because his works quickly assumed the status of classics, models of the modern.”

When Sears Sold Picassos

So Costco is selling Picassos online. “But no one seems to remember that what Costco is doing is nothing new. Forty years ago, Sears, Roebuck & Co. was selling Picassos and Chagalls, not to mention Rembrandts, Dürers, Goyas, Whistlers, Mondrians and Wyeths, all of them bearing the imprimatur of a celebrated connoisseur who was better known for making such grisly movies as The Fly and House of Wax.”

LA’s New Center

What’s happened to Los Angeles? It suddenly has a center. “Downtown LA, previously considered a cultural wasteland, has emerged as a cultural centre: an arena for the more mature works of some of LA’s, and the world’s, finest architects, as well as for the architecture of the next generation.”

LA Times: Getty Has A Problem

The LA Times weighs in on matters Getty. “The Getty has long held an exalted place in the art world, with its diverse collections, incomparable setting and unmatched wealth. But these most recent disclosures show the foundation to be exceptional in an entirely different way. They bring back unpleasant memories of the tales of corporate greed earlier this decade, when it seemed that every scandal could be traced to an ‘imperial CEO’ and his all-too-compliant board.”

Lists, Lists, And More Damn Lists!

Rachel Cooke hates the pointless exercise of a poll to pick the “best” art in Britain. “I am thoroughly sick of lists, but this one takes the biscuit, being neither a true reflection of public taste nor the result of hours of debate by a committee of learned experts. What happened was this: the public voted, then their choices were whittled down by a ‘panel’ consisting of art critic Martin Gayford, society portraitist Jonathan Yeo, and dancer Deborah Bull.”