Recently had a chance to see two of Stella’s Indian Birds and a Circuit, and I can hardly believe that I ever thought the color in these works was arbitrary or slapdash. Stella must have said to himself that the point of art is to let the colors sing in harmony and dissonance, so why not just do it? At some point in the 70s he opened wide the taps of invention and they’ve been running ever since. At the moment I even prefer the Circuits to Moby Dick. Photographs are useless; not only is the color inaccurate, but the richness of combination of color is lost. Scale is the problem – the pictures are too big to be photographed, meaning there are too many relationships, of both color and form.

Frank Stella, Diepholz 1981

Frank Stella, Diepholz 1981

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