Sentences with phrase «lot of abstract expressionist paintings»

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PC: Well, a lot and, because it took de Kooning years before he could finish paintings and that was part of the whole thing, of being an abstract expressionist in the forties and fifties.

The whole Abstract Expressionist movement was made up of a very polyglot group, a lot of whom weren't painting abstract expressionistically at all.

I knew a lot of painters, abstract expressionists, who used to paint to jazz music.

True to the parameters of abstract expressionist painting, you will find a lot of gestural paint strokes and thickly applied paint, usually favoring line over shape, but each artist represented here is more than a token of the movement, and worthy of inclusion.

Both abstract expressionists and the Beats listened to jazz and drank a lot of wine, sometimes together in the same clubs, but that doesn't mean Pollock, who wanted to make paintings that could be hung with Picasso and Matisse, was Beat.

Fans of abstract expressionist art, like many of the paintings shown in this issue, can find lots to relate to in fashion, what with all the layering, color combinations and mixing and matching going on.

CJM: Yes, a lot of the abstract expressionists, and then, later, people who were just painting abstractly, felt closely aligned to jazz musicians.

Remember that by the 1950's there was a lot of very derivative and mannered abstract expressionist painting.

These city paintings, many of them of the city's main bridges, share commonalities with the funky return to representation and figuration via a meld of loose abstract expressionist brush strokes and paint application — lots of scumbling and blobs of paint — and a sort of ecstatic folk primitivism adopted by his contemporary and friends in New York in the mid to late 50s, such as Red Grooms, Robert Beauchamp, Gandy Brodie, Mimi Gross, Jan Müller, and Claes Oldenburg (with Eva Hesse picking up the tradition in the mid-60s).

And so there were a lot of different paintings underneath each painting and I used to think when I first got to New York that that was a badge of honor, that we were supposed to be drunken abstract expressionists who reworked and reworked and were never satisfied.