Oh, not really, Evelyn. David shares my own feelings about abstract, highly conceptualized art. He doesn’t exactly object to it, he just isn’t much of a fan. Nor would you expect him to be. As a traditionalist and a representationalist, he’s very wrapped up in his craft and in his art. I think he’s impressed by Keith Haring because of the clearly obsessive genius of Haring’s work — all the exactitude and detail.
But I imagine that’s about as outer-limit as David would ever get. He’s too polite and probably too circumspect to say anything negative about the funerary urn and pile of candy as art, but notice that he’s not heaping praise on them either.
He felt a certain freedom to trash talk the review of his paintings that I reproduced in an earlier chapter, but as that could feel like self deprecation to some extent, I imagine he doesn’t worry as much about alienating the art world as he would if he were to criticize another artist.
You, Eric Griggs, Fred Shirley, and BFoundAPen might be amused to know that my descriptions of NYC gallery openings are based on personal experience. Of all the categories of show goers I described, Lenny and I most closely fit the description of people who could always be found, but nobody knew why we were there.
It was the free food and wine, of course! ;-)