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The New Yorker, December 23, 2002
GOINGS ON ABOUT TOWN: Adele Alsop
If Alsop’s landscapes were exhibited on Twenty-second Street, they would register as parody: sunny flower beds, twilit pines, reflective vistas with titles like “Golden Pond.” Even viewers with respectably transgressive tastes, however may find themselves caught up in Alsop’s old-fashioned razzle-dazzle. Her brush wiggles and skids, delivering light, air, and a sense of giddy vehemence. Plein-air painting may be a dinosaur, but it looks pretty lively here. |
