Read a fantastic review of David Hockney’s exhibition at the de young Museum by Robert Smith in the New York Times.
Here’s a short excerpt:
Returning Home, but Always Going Forward
By ROBERTA SMITH

SAN FRANCISCO — At 76, David Hockney is in one of his primes, and apparently he knows it. Not for nothing is his exuberant, immersive survey at the de Young Museum here cheekily titled “David Hockney: A Bigger Exhibition.”
This sprawling romp through more than 300 works in several mediums and technologies fills 10 often large galleries and yet primarily covers work from the last decade of Mr. Hockney’s 60-year career. It is dominated by radiant landscapes — some the size of murals — of the fields and woods in different seasons of East Yorkshire in Britain, near where Mr. Hockney was born and grew up.
Canvases like “The Arrival of Spring in Woldgate, East Yorkshire in 2011 (twenty eleven)” argue convincingly that early modernist styles from Post Impressionism to Fauvism and beyond are grounds for further development. Synthesizing aspects of Munch, Klimt, Derain, Cézanne, van Gogh and late Bonnard, these works are alluringly modern for their startling colors — roads of light magenta, tree trunks of purple or orange, along with quantities of different greens and yellows — their notably nonprecious, dashed-off tactility of surface, their welcoming spaciousness and bold internal scale, and their often Abstract Expressionist size.
With an emphasis on bucolic farmland that seems very British, they nonetheless convey the grandeur of nature, still the mother of us all, and of all art. And they also confirm Mr. Hockney’s theory that representational painting can tell you more about reality and perception than either photography or the human eye, which is one reason it can still thrill.
More here.

Read a fantastic review of David Hockney’s exhibition at the de young Museum by Robert Smith in the New York Times.

Here’s a short excerpt:

Returning Home, but Always Going Forward

SAN FRANCISCO — At 76, David Hockney is in one of his primes, and apparently he knows it. Not for nothing is his exuberant, immersive survey at the de Young Museum here cheekily titled “David Hockney: A Bigger Exhibition.”

This sprawling romp through more than 300 works in several mediums and technologies fills 10 often large galleries and yet primarily covers work from the last decade of Mr. Hockney’s 60-year career. It is dominated by radiant landscapes — some the size of murals — of the fields and woods in different seasons of East Yorkshire in Britain, near where Mr. Hockney was born and grew up.

Canvases like “The Arrival of Spring in Woldgate, East Yorkshire in 2011 (twenty eleven)” argue convincingly that early modernist styles from Post Impressionism to Fauvism and beyond are grounds for further development. Synthesizing aspects of Munch, Klimt, Derain, Cézanne, van Gogh and late Bonnard, these works are alluringly modern for their startling colors — roads of light magenta, tree trunks of purple or orange, along with quantities of different greens and yellows — their notably nonprecious, dashed-off tactility of surface, their welcoming spaciousness and bold internal scale, and their often Abstract Expressionist size.

With an emphasis on bucolic farmland that seems very British, they nonetheless convey the grandeur of nature, still the mother of us all, and of all art. And they also confirm Mr. Hockney’s theory that representational painting can tell you more about reality and perception than either photography or the human eye, which is one reason it can still thrill.

More here.