Jack Rutberg Fine Arts

Mark Tobey has the eye of Leonardo. Accidents of painting make things he sends to Hans Burkhardt, sometimes helped out by himself. A paint-soaked sponge, framed. A used palette, penciled. Sketches, drawings, discoveries. Amusements of an intimate nature.

They give you an idea of him utilizing his craft in any way that might serve to catch his likeness (there’s an eloquent self-portrait drawing, straw hair, line eyes, o mouth) of an idea in the constructions and reticulated calligraphisms he favors, quite spectacularly.

 

By: Christopher Mulrooney

150 N. Catalina St., No. 2

Los Angeles, Calif. 90004

christophermulrooney@yahoo.com

bio:

poems and translations in The Pacific Review, Janus Head, Brooklyn Review, Aesthetica, Frank, Poetry Salzburg Review, Quarterly Literary Review of Singapore, etc.

criticism in The Film Journal, Small Press Review, etc.

author of notebook and sheaves

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