For someone who was a great proponent of automatic painting and then the kind of expressive abstract aesthetic that allowed American painters to break free of European Modernist precedent, Robert Motherwell never appeared to me to realize fully his own intentions. In fact, it was other artists from that period — Jackson Pollock, Franz Kline, and Willem de Kooning in particular — who seemed more willing to take them to their farthest extremes.
There is something about the fall season here that can be melancholy and a bit menacing. The sea takes on a gray cast and the wind and waves whip up out of nowhere. After a summer of crowds, nonstop noise and hubbub, one gray day you wake up, drive to work, and realize that even the main roads are empty and silent and you are finally alone.