Friday 23 August 2013

Barnett Newman

A postscript to this one.

The sensation I felt whenever encountering one of Barnett Newman's works of art is that he is actually presenting a psychic or psychological situation. It's not like the spectator looks from the outside at something like Prometheus Bound or Lema Sabachtani - The Stations of the Cross, but I sort of became the subject. I felt like Prometheus bound, with the great heaven of despair hanging over me with just this little bit of hope left, I for once became Christ. This is Newman's great accomplishment and I cherish this a lot.

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