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New paintings bring Rothenberg’s trusty kinesthetic intensity to bear on a rangy variety of one-off, antic, nonchalantly dire images: dismembered marionettes, sad-sack personages. Misleading in reproduction, which scants their marvels of surface and color, the works thrill in person. (Greens as persuasively fleshy flesh colors must be seen to be imagined.) The usual Rothenbergian sense of stubborn psychological imbroglio yields, here and there, to passages of breakthrough mastery, conveying the electric tingle of being a great painter in the best ten minutes of a good day.

- Peter Schjeldahl