Posted on 23/06/04
Late, but not necessarily great
TORONTO -- As the decades pass, artists tend to become more like themselves. This can be a good thing; one thinks of the late work of Goya, who forged his most terrifying visions in his final years -- the culmination of a lifetime spent in contemplation of man's capacity for suffering and for evil. Or it can be a very bad thing, such as, say, the late Picasso, who descends from his modernist Olympus to crank out blowzy tits-and-ass nudes sodden with geriatric lust. Picasso's sensuality, which had been tempered by analytical intellect in his finest years of production, finally floods its embankments, and the paintings sink.
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