|No Dogs Allowed
New York Magazine, 24 March, 2003, p. 100
24 March 2003
When William Wegman paints and he was a painter before he became a photographer his humor takes a subtler, less deadpan turn. In fact, his paintings have little in common with his photographs, except that they both look like they were a pleasure to make and both describe an idealized existence, especially if you believe that a world inhabited by anthropomorphic Weimaraners would be an improvement on the present state of affairs. What can't be argued is the sheer expansiveness of Wegman's paintings, not just in scale (one of his new works at Sperone Westwater is sixteen feet long) but in his painterly passages, multiple juxtapositions and infinite detail. Postcards from the artist's collection generated each of these convoluted imaginary painted "road trips" each card was mounted on a panel, and then Wegman painted elaborate extrapolations of the landscapes. The result is a seamless ever-changing panorama of pigment and paper and a deliciously unpredictable journey for the eye.