Art March 1985
The real Robert Morris?
On Morris’s works and artistic personality.
Every so often an artist, for good or ill, captures the imagination of the public in a way no other artist of the moment can. Last season it was Jasper Johns, exhibiting for the first time in nearly a decade. This season it was supposed to be Julian Schnabel, but his show at the Pace Gallery—his inaugural exhibition there—failed to generate much interest. Pace had substantially reconstructed its gallery space over the summer in order to accommodate Schnabel’s enormous paintings (they would not have even made it through the door had things remained as they were). Unfortunately, the art itself lacked the stature to justify this unusual development.
It was left to Robert Morris to produce the sort of “hot” show the season had lacked. Early in the new year Leo Castelli’s gallery on Greene Street and the Sonnabend Gallery on West Broadway showed Morris’s new work...
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