The great Pop Artist James Rosenquist died on Friday and his enduring sense of high design means my memory of him belongs here too, not just on the art blog.
James Rosenquist a Great American Painter died on Friday.
During my time at the Guggenheim and as well at MoMA, I met plenty of celebrity artists, but I remember James Rosenquist with an enduring fondness. It was not just the enormity of his fame and those colossal paintings that required a legion to hang….not to mention incredible engineering and cleverness, it was the man….maybe later I can say something more insightful or meaningful but for now, I will say what comes to mind and heart immediately. How can I do anything else?
It is Rosenquist’s intellect, grace, and strength of character that stay with me, not to mention the dazzling color of those beautiful paintings.
Even more exciting I remember looking at new paintings in the studio, wet with paint, that surface so resplendently flamboyant, while my colleagues and I listened to his narrative about the picture and the process. Not one to ride on the heels of star-studded fame and masterworks, the artist painted furiously even then.
And the stories…amazing tales of mid-century America, artists, and strangeness. I forget a lot of these nights in foreign countries from my long sojourns abroad for exhibitions, but I shall always remember the nights spent with my colleagues and friends in Germany on the Rosenquist tour, and of course the artist, and his amazing way in the world. Please visit my art blog for the full story.
James Rosenquist November 29 1933 – March 31 2017
Good bye James Rosenquist, with loving comfort to your family. It was a beautiful thing to have known you and worked with you and those around you.