I entered through a reading room containing an imposing vertical steel structure, a wall drawing rendered in graphite, and the artist?s studio notes: research drawings that would become their new body of work.
I entered through a reading room containing an imposing vertical steel structure, a wall drawing rendered in graphite, and the artist?s studio notes: research drawings that would become their new body of work. The works on view here, from the early 80s to the present, are based on the same type of images, but the relationship between the two is very different: Krens emphasizes the technical process of drawing, while his drawings are more emotional, more spontaneous.In the mid-80s, Krens began to make conceptual drawings for his works, which were then shown for the first time in the United States. In his drawings, the artist draws a single line on a white surface, and then traces the outline of a figure on a sheet of paper. In one, a man in a white shirt sits on a bench, with his back to us; in another, a man in a white shirt stands with his back to us, and a woman in a white shirt stands behind him.
I entered through a reading room containing an imposing vertical steel structure, a wall drawing rendered in graphite, and the artist?s studio notes: research drawings that would become their new body of work. One could also spot the figures in the drawings, but the black-and-white images were almost entirely absent.
I entered through a reading room containing an imposing vertical steel structure, a wall drawing rendered in graphite, and the artist?s studio notes: research drawings that would become their new body of work. In one, a black-and-white photograph of a man dressed in a ragged-looking kimono is captioned: To determine the color of a man, he has to know how to see. He has to know how to write. Then, in the third drawing, a small, cartoonish black-and-white photograph of a man in a white kimono stands against a white background and a gray background, one drawing in pencil: A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background. A man in a white kimono stands against a gray background.
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