When I think of the Abstract Expressionists who aren't Pollock, Helen Frankenthaler is the one. Her works, which feel more ike lcontained stains than paintings, haunt me.
Haunt me in that these colours do not exist. It is not the blue paint that matters; it is the seeping weeping auras that encircle the blue that matter. She is painting not in negative, but neither is she painting in the positive - she is painting in the suggestive, The atains are the work, and the actual paint is merely the vehicle to make them happen.
This is likely my favorite painting in the Anderson. It's beauty is in the depth, in the bleed. I love it.
Christopher J Garcia - Curator, Fan Writer, Podcaster, and a guy who just loves art.