Back in the day (can’t remember how long ago) Jonathan Lasker’s paintings seemed inevitable. Maybe not so now. But they had a beautiful objectivity, with their squirming lines that looked like they came out of cake decorator’s tool. Looking back today I don’t think they would have been possible without the example of Stella’s Exotic Birds.
To keep those lines clear and distinct with oil paint is an achievement, and the ability to put them on without correction is admirable. But in recent years the cartoony cutesy aspect of his work has become more obvious, or maybe just more annoying.