Contemporary Art, Drawing

Maurice Sendak: Drawing the Curtain

Morgan Library, New York, NY, June 14 through October 6, 2019

Maurice Sendak’s Morgan show is an exhibition built to dislodge him from the single, immovable pedestal of “children’s-book genius” and reintroduce him as something else, too; a late-blooming stage designer with obsessive craft habits and a director’s appetite for spectacle. “Drawing the Curtain: Maurice Sendak’s Designs for Opera and Ballet” gathered nearly 150 objects, drawn primarily from the more than 900 preparatory works he bequeathed to the Morgan, alongside select loans, props, and costumes. (The Morgan Library & Museum)

What makes these models (the show and its supporting materials often call them dioramas) so arresting is that they are not slick maquettes in the “professional miniature set shop” sense. They look and behave like drawings that have insisted on becoming objects. The Morgan’s own conservation writing gets wonderfully specific about how they’re built: drawings in ink, watercolor, and/or graphite on paper, adhered to thick paperboard; the paperboard edges then hand-cut to the contour of the image.

That handmade, cut-edge materiality is part of their spell. In a museum vitrine, you can read the models two ways at once. From one angle they’re stagecraft: proscenium elements, flats, and props arranged to test sightlines and depth. From another, they’re “Sendak objects,” close cousins to the pop-up and the toy theatre, like paper engineering that preserves the intimacy of drawing.

There’s also a practical reason they exist at all, and it matters for understanding why they feel so unusually complete. Sendak was new to stage design when he began work on Mozart’s The Magic Flute, and he took an “extra step” to translate two-dimensional designs into three-dimensional installations. The Gardner Museum’s guide (to the same body of work) puts it plainly: these hand-rendered dioramas let him create miniature models of how sets would appear on stage, synthesizing earlier sketches and fully integrating art-historical references into the final designs. (Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum) That last phrase, integrating art-historical references, helps explain why the models have such density.

The Magic Flute is a good place to start because it’s both origin story and proof of concept. The New Yorker notes that Sendak began designing a new production in 1978; it debuted in Houston in 1980; and a dozen stage projects followed. When you look at a Magic Flute diorama (particularly ones that frame a scene as if it’s already lit and in motion), you can almost feel him using the miniature to choreograph the audience’s attention, where the eye enters, what it collides with. The model as a rehearsal for perception.

And then there’s the “dollhouse” paradox: miniatures make you powerful. They give you a god’s-eye view of a whole world. But Sendak, never interested in pure comfort, uses that power to display vulnerability. Paper becomes a stand-in for stage machinery; the illusion is elaborate, but the means are fragile. That fragility isn’t incidental; it’s the point. Opera and ballet are colossal, expensive, and collaborative, yet they’re also vanishing arts: the moment passes, the curtain falls, the image dissolves. A diorama is a way to hold the moment still without killing it.

The Where the Wild Things Are material pushes this logic further because it makes explicit what was always implicit in Sendak: the desire to make drawings move. The Morgan’s conservation blog, discussing a diorama of Max’s sea journey, describes it as composed of nine separate objects, including left and right panels of a flower proscenium and the figure of the Sea Monster; multiple pieces designed to stand, layer, and occupy space like a tiny, modular stage. Smithsonian also highlights a “Diorama of Moishe scrim and flower proscenium,” stressing the same hybrid construction: watercolor, pen and ink, and graphite on paperboard. These are drawings as built environment.

These details matter because they counter the easy assumption that a set model is just a “preview.” In Sendak’s hands, the model is its own artwork and its own argument about theater. The Morgan’s video page lays out the show’s scope: storyboards, preparatory sketches, costume studies, luminous watercolors, and meticulous dioramas spanning The Magic Flute, Janáček’s The Cunning Little Vixen, Prokofiev’s The Love for Three Oranges, Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker, and an opera based on Where the Wild Things Are. But the stage set models feel like the moment where all those categories stop being separate. The storyboard gives you sequence; the costume study gives you character; the watercolor gives you atmosphere.

One of the Morgan exhibition’s smartest contextual moves is also relevant to why the models succeed. The show notes that Sendak “borrowed gleefully” from a personal pantheon of artists he encountered at the Morgan… works by William Blake, Mozart, and Domenico and Giambattista Tiepolo shown alongside his designs. In a two-dimensional drawing, an art-historical quotation can sit decoratively. In a diorama, quotation becomes structure: it affects the architecture of the scene, the weight and rhythm of the space. You can see him not only citing images but staging them.

Sendak’s stage set models aren’t just “preparatory.” They’re philosophical and they show him thinking about narrative as a built space. They are something you enter, wander, fear, laugh at, and escape. They also show him refusing the common hierarchy where “real art” is the finished painting and “applied art” is everything else. In these dioramas, he makes the applied work feel like the most intimate form of authorship: a private theater, built to convince himself.

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Contemporary Art, Sculpture

Tomás Saraceno: Radio Alchemist

Tanya Bonakdar, New York. April 14 to June 9 2018

I just walked out of the Bonakdar space and I feel like I need to recalibrate my inner ear. Walking into a Saraceno show is less like visiting a gallery and more like stepping into a high-tech observatory run by spiders.

The “Hybrid Webs”

The downstairs gallery is dark, dominated by these haunting, backlit vitrines. Inside them aren’t sculptures in the traditional sense, but “Hybrid Webs.” The result is this ghostly, architectural lace that looks like a 3D map of the early universe. It’s fragile, terrifying, and beautiful. There’s something deeply humbling about realizing that a tiny invertebrate has a better grasp of structural engineering than most humans.

2026 Retrospective Note:

Looking back at this entry eight years later, Saraceno feels even more prophetic. In 2018, his talk of “interspecies collaboration” felt like a poetic metaphor. Today, as we navigate the complexities of ecological collapse and AI-driven systems, his idea that we need to listen to the “vibrations” of other forms of life feels less like art and more like a survival manual.

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Modern Art

Martín Ramírez: A Journey

Ricco Maresca Gallery, New York, Oct 26 to Dec 2 2017.

This show focuses on the structural repetition that defined Martín Ramírez’s work during his decades of institutionalization. The pieces here are a tight look at his specific visual vocabulary: the tunnels, the horsemen, and the architectural “stages” he built out of salvaged paper and paste.

What stands out most in this selection is the technical rhythm. Ramírez uses parallel lines to create a sense of deep, recessed space that feels both cinematic and claustrophobic.

The work is intensely physical; you can see the seams where he joined scraps of paper together to create larger surfaces. There is a “Madonnas” series in the gallery that is particularly striking, showing how he could transform a simple, repetitive line into a monumental, draped form. There’s no wasted motion in these drawings. Despite the “outsider” label often attached to him, the work feels incredibly deliberate and mathematically precise. It’s a study in how a limited set of tools and a restricted environment can still produce a vast, expansive sense of travel.

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Contemporary Art, Painting

Kim McCarty: New Work

Morgan Lehman Gallery, New York, October 26 to December 9, 2017.

Kim McCarty’s new watercolors are, as always, a masterclass in the “uncontrolled” controlled.

Her process involves working on wet paper, which gives her figures (mostly adolescents and botanical forms) this ghostly, translucent quality where the edges seem to be dissolving even as you look at them. There’s a specific kind of tension in these works; because the paint bleeds so freely, every mark feels like a gamble. In this new series, her palette remains muted. Washes of sepia, dusty rose, and bruised blues. These heighten the sense of vulnerability in her subjects. The figures aren’t just portraits; they are meditations on the instability of youth and the body. They feel less like solid things and more like memories that haven’t quite finished fading. It’s a beautiful, fragile show that reminds you how much power there is in the medium.

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Drawing, Modern Art, Sculpture

Ruth Asawa: The Weightless Line

David Zwirner, New York, Sept 13 to October 21, 2017.

I’ve spent the afternoon in a forest made of wire.

Asawa’s signature hanging sculptures, those translucent, biomorphic lobes that seem to defy gravity. They don’t feel like “sculpture” in the traditional sense; they feel like drawings that decided to stand up.

The Geometry of a Shadow

The most mesmerizing thing isn’t just the wire itself, but the shadows they cast on the white gallery walls. Because the works are looped and nested, the shadows become secondary artworks. They look like cellular structures or ghosts of the pieces themselves.

Asawa once said she wanted to “enclose space without blocking it out,” and seeing these in person, you realize she achieved exactly that. They are there, but they are also empty.

Beyond the Wire

While the “baskets” get all the glory, the smaller room with her works on paper is also a revelation. I spent a long time looking at a piece made entirely from a “BMC” laundry stamp from her days at Black Mountain College. It’s a simple, repetitive mark that creates this undulating, textile-like pattern. You can see the DNA of her sculptures right there on the page, the obsession with the “economy of line” she learned from Josef Albers.

Notebook Thoughts:

  • The Vibe: Surprisingly intimate for such a high-profile gallery. It felt like a “mini-museum” show.
  • Key Takeaway: You don’t need to be loud to be powerful. These wires are thin, but they hold the entire room.

2026 Retrospective Note:

It’s wild to look back at this 2017 entry and remember how “new” this felt to the New York establishment. In 2017, this was David Zwirner’s first show after taking over her estate. It was a formal “re-introduction” of Asawa to the canon.

Fast forward to today, 2026, and Asawa is no longer an “overlooked” artist; she’s a cornerstone of 20th-century modernism. We’ve seen the massive MoMA retrospective now, and at SFMoMA and her prices have skyrocketed, but I still think back to this specific afternoon at Zwirner. It was the moment the art world finally stopped calling her a “craftsperson” and started calling her a master.

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Contemporary Art, Painting

Kara Walker: The Most Astounding and Important Painting Show?

Sikkema Jenkins and Co, New York Sept 8 to Oct 21 2017

I walked into Sikkema Jenkins today expecting the usual sharp, clean edges of Kara Walker’s silhouettes, but what I found was something much more raw and chaotic.

The title of the show is a mouthful of 19th-century carnival barker bravado, but the work inside feels like a visceral rejection of the “blockbuster” expectations placed on her. Instead of paper cut-outs, the walls are covered in massive, gestural works using Sumi ink, oil stick, and collage on paper and linen. Pieces like U.S.A. Idioms and Christ’s Entry into Journalism are teeming with a kind of frantic, ink-splattered energy. Crowded scenes of protest, violence, and historical ghosts that feel like they were exorcised onto the page. There is a specific kind of “tiredness” mentioned in the press release (a fatigue with being a “role model” or a “voice”) and you can feel that weight in the brushstrokes. It’s messy, uncomfortable, and brilliant because it refuses to be polite or easily consumable. It’s like reading someone’s most private, feverish late-night sketches, only magnified to a monumental scale.

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Contemporary Art, Drawing, Painting

David Hockney: A Retrospective

Centre Pompidou, Paris. 21 June to 23 October 2017

The David Hockney retrospective in 2017 was a global event, but seeing it at the Pompidou—with its industrial “inside-out” architecture contrasting against Hockney’s saturated, sun-drenched canvases—was a singular experience. It was a celebration of his 80th birthday and an example of how an artist can stay relentlessly modern.

The Pools and the Portraits

The show is massive… over 160 works… and seeing the “canonical” Hockney pieces in person is a reminder of why they became icons in the first place. A Bigger Splash (1967) is much more technical than you’d think; the way he painted the water spray with tiny, deliberate brushes makes the “instant” moment feel like it took a lifetime to capture.

But it’s the double portraits that stopped me. Mr and Mrs Clark and Percy is haunting in person. There is a specific kind of stillness in those 1970s paintings, a domestic tension that is both incredibly chic and also unnerving.

The Technophile

The most surprising part of the show is the final rooms. Most artists “slow down” or get traditional as they hit their 70s and 80s. Hockney did the opposite. Seeing a wall of iPad drawings, luminous, neon-bright landscapes of Yorkshire, proves he is more obsessed with the now than artists half his age.

He’s spent sixty years asking the same question: How do we actually see the world? Whether he’s using a Polaroid camera, a fax machine, or a tablet, the answer is always the same: with total, unadulterated joy.

2026 Retrospective Note:

Reading this back, I realize that 2017 was a pivot point. We thought that was the “final” retrospective, but Hockney just kept going. He spent the pandemic in Normandy painting the arrival of spring on his iPad, and those works have since become their own chapter in art history.

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