Richard Kalina

Richard Kalina is a painter who writes about art.

Impressionism has long occupied a favored place in the hearts of the museum-going public, and its enthusiastic acceptance provides an impetus for the movement’s continued curatorial and scholarly examination.

Gustave Caillebotte, Paris Street; Rainy Day, 1877. Courtesy the Art Institute of Chicago.

When visible certainties lose their conviction, many artists have turned to the blurred, the transitory, the disorderly, and the incomplete. Out of focus, on view at the Musée de l’Orangerie in Paris, takes as its subject blurriness and the imprecise image, where boundaries are elusive, identities are unstable and often unidentifiable, and where history and memory are urgent but unreliable.

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1948. Oil on canvas, 60 × 50 inches. © 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Adagp, Paris, 2025. Courtesy Musée de l'Orangerie, Paris, France. Photo: Robert Bayer.

Mirdidingkingathi Juwarnda Sally Gabori’s solo exhibition at Karma in Chelsea (her first in New York), provides an introduction to the work of one of Australia’s leading Indigenous painters. Gabori, who died in 2015 around the age of ninety (her birth date is unclear) took up art in her early eighties while undergoing occupational therapy at Mornington Island’s Arts and Crafts Centre. 

Mirdidingkingathi Juwarnda Sally Gabori, Rock Cod Story Place - Freshwater, 2005. Acrylic on canvas, 84 x 36 inches. Courtesy Karma.
Molnár, who died in December 2023, less than a month shy of her hundredth birthday and three months before Vera Molnár: Parler à l’oeil opened, was one of the earliest and most productive practitioners of generative, computer-aided art.
Vera Molnár, Icône, 1964. Oil on canvas, 28 3/4 x 28 3/4 inches. Collection Centre Pompidou, Paris Musée national d'art moderne - Centre de création industrielle. © Adagp, Paris, 2024. Courtesy the artist and Centre Pompidou. Photo: Bertrand Prévost - Centre Pompidou, MNAM-CCI /Dist. RMN-GP.
Something that might serve as a speculum mundi, or mirror for our times, comes to us, aptly, via a mirror. Since it began sending information back to Earth in the summer of 2022, the James Webb Space telescope has presented us with images that embody the ambiguity of depiction, perception, scale, the sublime, beauty and artifice, and, most of all, of comprehensibility.
Webb's First Deep Field (STScI-01G8H15R2PGEXQD7TYYBFJ3FT4). Courtesy NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI.
Germaine Richier’s retrospective, recently closed at the Centre Pompidou in Paris and opening in July at the Musée Fabre in Montpellier brings back into public view a twentieth-century sculptor whose work feels especially relevant today.
Agnès Varda, Germaine Richier dans son atelier, Mars 1956. © Adagp, Paris, 2022. © succession Agnès Varda.
I know that I am scarcely alone in my admiration and respect for Betsy Baker. In my case, that appreciation is leavened with a very large helping of gratitude.
Drawing by Kelsey Mitchell, 2016.
Mel Bochner, one of the founders of the Conceptual Art movement of the mid-’60s, and quite possibly the most inventive, clear-headed, and thought-provoking artist of that group, is showing his language-based paintings and drawings this spring and summer at the Jewish Museum.
Mel Bochner, "Silence!," 2011. Oil and acrylic on two canvases, 80 × 120 ̋ Courtesy of the Hadley Martin Fisher Collection Artwork © Mel Bochner.
In pondering the condition of art and the flood of associated language made possible by global digital connectivity, a proposition has been floated—one that allows for two aligned readings and two answers to the questions it raises.
Richard Kalina, "Nominal Space," 2012. 42"x42", collage, acrylic, flashe on linen.
In a multitudinous, barely focused art world, tempted, harassed, validated, and supported by market forces, the place of the art critic is maddeningly difficult to pin down. The profession, such as it is, is in a state of perpetual flux, with marginalization an always looming possibility.
Something quite striking has happened in the world of art. It is not, as one might expect, something that has suddenly appeared, but rather something that is no longer there.

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