Janet Malcolm[David] Salle's earlier work had been marked by a kind of spaciousness, sometimes an emptiness, such as surrealist works are prone to. But here everything was condensed, impacted, mired. The paintings were like an ugly mood.
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In the 1980s, David Salle was one of the most important artists in the United States. Salle's paintings of the period had a surrealist and dreamlike quality that some critics and art historians thought was more than just another style. "They had an odd quality," art critic David C. Lewis said in his book, "David Salle: A Retrospective." "Sometimes there was a kind of openness to them, but they were often dark and dense and very much like dreams."
Source: Fortyone False Starts: Essays On Artists And Writers
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