
I was there to see the Lichtenstein show, a display of drawings early and on. The show itself was surprisingly warm as it showed the artist as a young man struggling to master his new approach. His greatest and most charming challenge seemed to entail finding a way to replicate the Ben-Day dots he loved so much with mechanical uniformity by hand. I got to learn that "poichoir" is a lovely word for stencil and that "frottage" does not just mean "dry humping." I also got a wonderful sense for Lichtenstein's sense of humor. In a special niche of the exhibit, the curators had dug up an old door from a studio the artist inhabited during a stay at an art colony in Colorado. A small windowless space, Lichtenstein turned it into a 3-D cartoon using electrician's tape to form contour lines around doors, walls and outlets, as well as heat squiggles and knocking sounds. Hilarious and, dare I say, fun.
Lichtenstein made a big deal about trying to make passionless art. In restrospect, I think he was trying to get away from the faux white boy passion of abstract expressionism -- and who could blame him? If the trade off is humor for the gesture of passion, I'll take humor every time.
Ultimately, however, Lichtenstein's work is about timelessness. Whether it be the tail gunner going down, the hot dog, the knock on the door, the Alka-Seltzer tablet dissolving or the brush stroke expressing--Lichtenstein captured it, froze it and reduced it to its simplest form funny, lovely and for all time.
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