![]() ![]() ![]() Her work had an unerring sense of formal rectitude, daring, and discipline, as well as delicacy, grace, and awkwardness. It’s all part of me and I want to confront it and sleep with it-the dreams-and paint it.” She said, “I use the past to make my pic and I want all of it and even you and me in candlelight on the train and every ‘lover’ I’ve ever had-every friend-nothing closed out. Mitchell saw people and things in color color and emotion were the same to her. Joan Mitchell is the first full-scale biography of the abstract expressionist painter who came of age in the 1950s, ’60s, and ’70s a portrait of an outrageous artist and her struggling artist world, painters making their way in the second part of America’s twentieth century.Īs a young girl she was a champion figure skater, and though she lacked balance and coordination, accomplished one athletic triumph after another, until giving up competitive skating to become a painter. She was tough, disciplined, courageous, dazzling, and went up against the masculine art world at its most entrenched, made her way in it, and disproved their notion that women couldn’t paint. ![]() She was a daughter of the American Revolution-Anglo-Saxon, Republican, Episcopalian. She was a steel heiress from the Midwest-Chicago and Lake Forest (her grandfather built Chicago’s bridges and worked for Andrew Carnegie). “Gee, Joan, if only you were French and male and dead.” -New York art dealer to Joan Mitchell, the 1950s ![]()
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