There's a reason we humans have pharynxes, larynxes and great, flopping, flexible, thrusting tongues. We speak. Ditto for our amazing opposable thumbs that fly furiously over a keyboard or grip a pencil with the greatest of ease. We write. With due deference to body language, we've evolved into word-dependent communicators, and that makes it really tough for visual artists. Early in our quest for art appreciation, we were completely turned off by the label-happy art writers--people who peppered their diatribes with art-twaddle ostensibly to help us understand the work of artists. You've read it--neo-realism, hyper-realism, post-modernism, neo-expressionism, abstract expressionism, Dada-ism--and unless you're particularly studious and/or pompous, it don't mean a thang. The artists we've known seem to want to talk about their art, but they're somehow stymied by the limitations of language. Hey, they're "visual" communicators, so we believe they've somehow disengaged the spoken-word parts of their brains to express themselves visually. They smear paint, bend steel, shape paper, dab countless dots of color, and then they expect you to do all the talking. Artists hope for a multisensory response to their work, we believe. Looking at art is emotional, visceral, spine-tingling, perplexing...well,... More >>>