Dance writer and historian Alastair Macaulay wrote on his Instagram “Jason Farago’s “New York Times” essay on Jasper Johns is sensationally good criticism: an ideal meeting of rich sensibility and keen scrutiny. And in today’s online edition it’s an ideal meeting of written criticism with highly sophisticated online design – the kind of venture that makes newspaper writing of great aesthetic importance.”

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From the article:

Johns is 91 years old. Ever since the mid-1950s, when he painted an American flag just as it was, his pensive and poker-faced art has had a reputation (not entirely unearned) for self-containment. For withdrawal.

And in “Jasper Johns: Mind/Mirror,” the two-part retrospective of his life’s work currently at the Whitney Museum of American Art and the Philadelphia Museum of Art, he is being hailed again as brilliant …

… but stoic. A grandmaster of American art, all the grander for his reticence.

I love his reserve, though I get why some people find his art frosty.

Many of his paintings can come across, at first, as a closed circuit of intellectual puzzles.

But I want to show you my favorite Johns painting, one that first appears as impersonal as any other — and which, slowly, delivers a roundhouse of passion and pain.