The Resurrection of Julian Schnabel: Has the Art World Finally Forgiven the World’s Most Famous Painter?


Once compared to Citizen Kane’s Xanadu, Palazzo Chupi, the pink West Village mansion where Julian Schnabel presides over his large family and a cavalry of assistants, is an ornate doily of concrete, a symbol if not of Cupid, then of cupidity. I arrived there on Valentine’s Day. Mr. Schnabel’s studio is on the third floor, a large white space, paint-splashed, with a single sliver of a window letting in light from the sun, which was beginning to set over the Hudson River. Two assistants watched as Olmo Schnabel, Julian’s college-age son, tinkered with a five-foot-tall cardboard sculpture shaped like a missile. The room was hung with Mr. Schnabel’s “Goat” paintings, a recent series of enormous canvases made from a reprinted image taken from 19th-century Dufour wallpaper. They depict a Redcoat army marching through a bucolic valley, a scene onto which the artist has drizzled purple paint and transposed an illustration of a large white goat. A realist portrait of Dennis Hopper, high up on a wall, gazed over the goats like a shepherd. Read More


Boone, Werner Unite for Three-Venue Ernst Wilhelm Nay Show

Ernst Wilhelm Nay, 'Blauflut,' 1960. (Courtesy Museum Ludwig)

The start of the September gallery season is now just about a month away, and it’s shaping up to be a wild one. A letter from the Mary Boone Gallery just landed on our desk stating that it will join forces with Michael Werner Gallery to host a three-gallery blowout show of work by German abstract painter Ernst Wilhelm Nay (1902–68). It opens Sept. 7. Read More