stir our emotions, our associations, and our intellect, wordlessly and
eloquently. Poons’s recent paintings test the limits of our vision. They
demand that we give ourselves over to their swirling, pulsing skeins
and sweeps of disjunctive chroma, often applied in seductive, varied
gestures against washes of thin, luminous hues, the way Renaissance
Venetian painters worked against warm grounds. Poons’s clusters of
strokes are as unstable as breaking surf. They can seem to fray apart, co-
alesce momentarily, and then shift into new configurations. These mes-
merizing paintings are unequivocally personal, but at the same time,
they seem to honor such precedents as Jackson Pollock’s all-over poured
and dripped expanses, Claude Monet’s ambiguous evocations of water,
reflections, and waterlilies, and Bonnard’s scintillating color. It’s as if
Poons were exploring the unrealized implications of all of these artists’
work, internalizing them, and using them as the basis for a newly in-
vented, fresh, and personal kind abstraction celebrating the expressive
potency of color and light.
Both Jackie Saccoccio and Cecily Kahn have co-opted the force of grav-
ity, among other things, as a drawing tool—as Poons did in his thrown
paintings of the
1970
s and
1980
s—but the results are more delicate
and intimate. Both women explore the ability of liquid paint to flow