Showing posts with label David Hockney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Hockney. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2026

David Hockney (1937-2026)

Passport Photo by David Sharkey (1979)

I always did what I wanted to do.  I've done what I wanted to do every day.

Has there ever been a simpler expression of the gay quid pro quo?  

David Hockney lured me to the New York Metropolitan Opera for the very first time in 1981. Bob O'Hearn, David's mentor, implied that no respectable homosexual could afford to miss his sets and costumes for Parade. He designed the poster, too. I can't remember a thing about the night except that we bought standing room tickets and the stage was as colorful as Candyland.


I paid a lot less attention to art in my youth than I do now.  Hockney's dandyism and homosexuality made a bigger impression than his work which, I later learned, really never stopped coming:  he created for more than 70 years, eventually embracing the i-Pad as enthusiastically as his paint brushes. I seriously considered hopping on a plane to see Hockney 25, his career-long retrospective of 400 works at the Fondation Louis Vuitton and then continuing on to London through the Chunnel to see Leigh Bowery! at the Tate, but recovery from knee surgery intervened.

But thanks to a Getty Museum visit in 2000, I have awoken most mornings of the 21st century to an expensively framed (in white ash!) souvenir of his Polaroid-inspired work.  It speaks to me on so many levels:  photography, collage and location.  Sadly, the sunniness of my bedroom at 47 Pianos has faded it, adding an oddly conceptual element Hockney might have appreciated.

"Pearl Blossom Highway" (1986)
I didn't get to see a survey of his work until 2018 at the Met, the year we bought the Folly. I lugged the catalog to Florida because we had a pool, too, just like the cover image.  Peter Schlesigner, Hockney's first lover, is the man in the jacket.  The painting is a reaction to the painful end of their relationship.  Art critics have inferred that the man swimming is Schlesinger's new boyfriend.

Portrait of an Artist (Pool with Two Figures) (1972)

Both Hockney and Schlesinger play themselves in A Bigger Splash, a cinéma vérité-like documentary, filmed from 1970 to 1973, which chronicles their break-up and includes a scene of Hockney destroying an earlier version of the painting.


But like most gay men, they must have gotten over it.  For several years after they stopped living together Schlesinger continued to model for Hockney before pursing an art career out of his shadow.

"Peter Schlesinger with Polaroid Camera" (1977)
Hockney seems to have invested a lot more effort in painting his first lover than his last, a former studio assistant with whom he spent his final 20 years.  Meow!  But like they always say, the first cut is the deepest--ain't that the truth?

JP Gonçalves de Lima, 3rd November 2021
A devoted son, Hockney spent the Christmas holidays with his parents in West Yorkshire until both passed.

"My Parents" (1977)
As I learned more about the man from his obituary, I wondered if he and Andy Warhol might have been what we today call frenemies.  Born less than a decade apart, they certainly had a lot in common:  their sexual orientation, very close relationships with their mothers, early and enduring fame, and their embrace of Polaroids.  Their agreement to swap portraits in the early 70s suggests that Hockney got the better end of the deal, and no one ever tried to assassinate him!



But in Hockney's portrait, Warhol hardly looks like man whom Hockney later said represented "a certain Bohemia."


Thursday, December 5, 2024

Solid Gold

A title of a new exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum reminded me of a tacky variety show on TV during most of the 80s, but "Solid Gold" turned out to be a lot of fun.
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"Siren (Kate Moss") by Marc Quinn (partial, 2008)
Cleopatra, the most anticipated film of my childhood, and Christian Dior--during John Galliano's brilliant reign--introduce visitors to the deliberately flashy show.


Yep, that's an asp necklatce.

Elizabeth Taylor by Bert Stern (1963)
Fashion dominates the show, probably no surprise given that Dior is a sponsor.  But the curators have included other designers, too.  Like this dress made for shakin'!

Dress Designed for Tina Turner by Azzedine Alaia (Spring 1989)
Fabric from Eames Collection by Anna Sui
(detail, Fall/Winter 2007-8)
I can't say I spent a lot of time thinking about the organizing principle behind the items on display.  The exhibit goes for the eye, not the brain, as demonstrated in this video which includes "Path To Nine" by Zadik Zadikan and "Gold Waves" by teamLab.
 

"Golden Venus of the Rags" by Michelangelo Pistoletto (1967-71)
Inca gold embellished this busy painting.

Saint Joseph and the Christ Child from the Cuzco School
(Peru, late 17th-18th Century)
"Bee" Bottle for Eau de Cologne Impériale by Guerlain (1853)
I almost always crop painting frames out of my photos but David Hockney included one in the name of this work.

"Picture of Melrose Avenue in an Elaborate Gold Frame" (1965)
Shakyamuni Buddha Reclining (Burma, 19th Century)
Golden Buddha by Nam June Paik (2005)
"Royal Tide II" by Louise Nevelson (1961-63)
"Back of the Neck" by Jean-Michel Basquiat (1983)
Mummy Portrait of a Man (partial, Egypt, ca 120-30)
More Dior dresses in a gallery called "Symmetry and Pattern" which evokes Versailles.


Silly me, I never knew that Henri Bendel designed dresses, not just sold them.  His estate--which included more than 11,000 sketches by nearly 200 other designers--donated them to the Brooklyn Museum.  "Solid Gold" features 45 of his own.  It's unclear how many of them ever made it into production.




Garments by Balenciaga (1947), Charles James (1955) & Marc Bohan (1962/3)
Necklace by Alexander Calder (1947)
Golden Ballroom Dress by Demna (House of Balenciaga, Spring/Summer 2020)
Gown and Halo by Thierry Mugler (Fall/Winter 1984/85)
Wedding Gown Ensemble by Yves Saint Laurent (side, Fall/Winter 1993/94)
Antonio Lopez created a fine art monogram for YSL in 1980.

No doubt the Puerto Rican fashion illustrator caught Grace Jones at her Studio 54 performance on New Year's Eve in 1977.  You can see her gold outfit in a slide show of photos that Ron Galella took that night.

Lopez drew the gold-plated diva in 1984 at the height of her fame.

 

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

More Than Swimming Pools

If you like bright color, don't miss the David Hockney exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art even if it will set you back $25 smackeroos.




I'm always up for an Andy portrait.  "A certain bohemia died with Andy," Hockney observed in an interview, complaining he didn't know where to go anymore


Hockney's LA set included Don Bachardy, Christopher Isherwood and Ossie Clark.



No doubt they spent more time talking about hot guys than sprinkling their lawns, but he renders both subjects impeccably.



I'm a big fan of his Polaroid collages.  An expensively framed reproduction of Pearlblossom Highway  (1986) hangs in my New York City bedroom.  It soon will relocate to Lake Worth, a more Hockneyed climate.  If only our pool came stocked with fish like these!


Has any artist been more open to new technology than he?