"The art world seems to be waking up to the idea that the greatest Abstract Expressionist of both generations may not have been a man, let alone 'one of the boys,' but was Joan Mitchell.
I feel like everything I know, I overheard while sitting alone up at the smoky clattering Cedar Tavern, listening to a drunken debate between ghosts. I hadn’t even been born, and yet somehow their muffled voices are lodged in my memory. I can make out words like 'gesture,' 'action,' and 'arena.' And while fishing out a Camel, statements about the 'painting having a life of its own' (Pollock); this or that technique requiring 'push and pull' (Hofmann); and something about someone called 'Big Joan teaching another person called 'Little Joan' how to 'ride with no hands' (Mitchell herself). It’s all well beyond myth. It’s even beyond biopic."
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Joan Mitchell: I carry my landscapes around with me is on view at 537 West 20th Street in New York through July 12, 2019.
Installation view, Joan Mitchell: I carry my landscapes around with me, David Zwirner, New York, 2019