These new big colorful abstractions are just the ugliest, but the Richter precedent is strong, abstraction better than sex for sales. It’s deceptive how such a simple, stupid, and dumb gesture, printed big, and made by a pedigreed artist will at first look of interest, like something halfway new, a new direction, but its One Direction territory, managed pop to the masses of money, the least risky thing Maier-Aichen could do, almost predestined, and, though I can’t know him or judge his intentions, horribly horribly sad.
