|Willem de Kooning|
De Kooning in his studio in 1961
|Born||(1904-04-24)April 24, 1904
|Died||March 19, 1997(1997-03-19) (aged 92)
East Hampton, New York, U.S.
|Known for||Abstract expressionism|
|Notable work||Woman I, Easter Monday, Attic, Excavation|
|Awards||Presidential Medal of Freedom (1964)
National Medal of Arts (1986)
Praemium Imperiale (1989)
Whatever an artist’s personal feelings are, as soon as an artist fills a certain area on the canvas or circumscribes it, he becomes historical. He acts from or upon other artists.
My interest in desperation lies only in that sometimes I find myself having become desperate. Very seldom do I start out that way. I can see of course that, in the abstract, thinking and all activity is rather desperate.
Style is a fraud. I always felt the Greeks were hiding behind their columns.
The attitude that nature is chaotic and that the artist puts order into it is a very absurd point of view, I think. All that we can hope for is to put some order into ourselves.