Tom Wesselmann (1931-2004) - Nude (for sedfre)






Held senior specialist role at Finarte for 12 years, specialising in modern prints.
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Description from the seller
Technique: Screen printing
Support: Strathmore paper
Numbering: 42/100
Signature: Hand-signed 'Wesselmann 69'
Sheet dimensions: 59×74 cm
Framing: museum glass and gold moulding
Condition : Very good condition
Authentication: Artwork sold with certificate of authenticity. Published and printed by Chiron Press, New York.
Information about the work:
Tom Wesselmann occupies a singular place in the pantheon of great American artists not so much for radicalism or theory, but because he has managed to crystallize with rare acuity the ambiguity of modern desire. He is often labeled “Pop Art,” but in truth his work exceeds this classification. What he accomplishes is not merely a reprise of advertising codes or a homage to consumption; it is a plastic staging of the American fantasy, in all its tension between eroticism, abstraction, and emptiness.
Nudes, cut up, fragmented, exalted, they do not amount to a simple praise of the female body; they reveal surface as obsession, the fragment as absolute, the plane as the limit of the real. The full lips, the erect nipples, the legs crossed are never fully incarnated: they float in a suspended space, reduced to the purity of a violent chromaticism or to the blank whiteness of the support. Wesselmann paints desire not as reality, but as icon. It is no longer the man who desires the woman; it is the form itself that becomes desirous. And in this, he extends, but radicalizes, Matisse’s intuition: that pure form, by its very intensity, can become a sensual experience.
By rejecting expressionism, and also by rejecting overly harsh criticism, he places himself in a rare lineage: that of aesthetic ambiguity, beauty as a trap, light as a lure. That is why he is one of the few who could, without contradiction, have the pleasure of looking, the plastic beauty, and a form of lucidity about the very limits of that beauty coexist.
In a word: Wesselmann paints the surface as a truth, not to denounce its superficiality, but to explore its erotic, psychological, and aesthetic power. He is not a moralist. He is an anatomist of the American gaze, of its impulses, its reflections, its hollows. In this, he is perhaps one of the most lucid, and most visually vertiginous, artists of 20th-century American art.
Seller's Story
Technique: Screen printing
Support: Strathmore paper
Numbering: 42/100
Signature: Hand-signed 'Wesselmann 69'
Sheet dimensions: 59×74 cm
Framing: museum glass and gold moulding
Condition : Very good condition
Authentication: Artwork sold with certificate of authenticity. Published and printed by Chiron Press, New York.
Information about the work:
Tom Wesselmann occupies a singular place in the pantheon of great American artists not so much for radicalism or theory, but because he has managed to crystallize with rare acuity the ambiguity of modern desire. He is often labeled “Pop Art,” but in truth his work exceeds this classification. What he accomplishes is not merely a reprise of advertising codes or a homage to consumption; it is a plastic staging of the American fantasy, in all its tension between eroticism, abstraction, and emptiness.
Nudes, cut up, fragmented, exalted, they do not amount to a simple praise of the female body; they reveal surface as obsession, the fragment as absolute, the plane as the limit of the real. The full lips, the erect nipples, the legs crossed are never fully incarnated: they float in a suspended space, reduced to the purity of a violent chromaticism or to the blank whiteness of the support. Wesselmann paints desire not as reality, but as icon. It is no longer the man who desires the woman; it is the form itself that becomes desirous. And in this, he extends, but radicalizes, Matisse’s intuition: that pure form, by its very intensity, can become a sensual experience.
By rejecting expressionism, and also by rejecting overly harsh criticism, he places himself in a rare lineage: that of aesthetic ambiguity, beauty as a trap, light as a lure. That is why he is one of the few who could, without contradiction, have the pleasure of looking, the plastic beauty, and a form of lucidity about the very limits of that beauty coexist.
In a word: Wesselmann paints the surface as a truth, not to denounce its superficiality, but to explore its erotic, psychological, and aesthetic power. He is not a moralist. He is an anatomist of the American gaze, of its impulses, its reflections, its hollows. In this, he is perhaps one of the most lucid, and most visually vertiginous, artists of 20th-century American art.
