One would think that, in making paintings about pattern, there would be a defined beginning and end, an image that’s certain and void of breathing room. But that’s wrong. I feel as if I never know the ending. “Nocturne II,” graphite, oil and venetian plaster on panel, 7.5 x 9.5 inches, 2013. © Alison Hall. […]

I feel the work in my body. I feel it. I don’t know how to exactly express that, how to translate that into language. But most people confuse emotions in art with sentiment, and I’m out to crack that one. Dorothea Rockburne, “Scalar,” 1971. © 2014 Dorothea Rockburne / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York. […]