The Metropolitan Museum's Madame Cezanne and its accompanying catalogue go a long way toward rewriting a well-worn narrative of conjugal disfunction.
The cityscape painter needs a thicker skin than other kinds of painters.
I approach Andrew Wyeth’s work circumspectly, in order to tease apart and separate the art from the commodity.
There are a couple of exhibitions of nineteenth-century landscape painting now on view at the Morgan Library & Museum.
A master of the unbroken contour, Schiele could suggest the living swells and valleys of a figure so dexterously that any elaboration by means of value would have been, well, academic.