I used to call Helen Frankenthalers work as "left over hoagie (sammich) wrappers " They were always stained with grease because she would paint directly on unprimed canvases as her schtick.
(IM GONNA DO ALL MY PAINTINGS ON OLD REFRIGERATOR DOORS)
the caps in my above phrase are my way of showing you, my public, that Ive just had another brilliant history changing idea.
BUT, after several shows that I schlepped up to NEW YAWK to see Ms Frankenthaler and Ms Louise Nevelsen's work and I became a fan.
Lately Ive become an appreciator of the works of big time street painters like Kent Twitchell who create the masterpieces of spray can art on sides of buildings in small towns. Hes great.
Art evolves like anything else. I love the sound of a Strad cello, but Im also nuts about listening to computer enhanced dobro guitars like Jerry Douglas plays. We just gotta try to catch a few displays or concerts(or listen to some college station that plays all kinds from Baroque to rap)
Course I may be rong but what the hell?