We should all age like David Hockney. At 80, he paints everyday. Sometimes on his ipad, sometimes on canvas. Lucky for us, we get to see his work and appreciate how his art has evolved in his life.
A little break in the cold weather provided a perfect morning to wander through the exhibit, transported from Britain’s Tate to New York City’s Met, chatting with my friend Claudia, comparing the prolific artist’s younger works with current ones.
As a young man, Hockney embraced his homosexuality, proudly expressed in his paintings. Growing up in Britain, he fantasized about life in Los Angeles, dreaming of sunny weather and water, especially swimming pools. He’s spent the past 30 years living on and off in California, a residence that has informed his work.
The show includes works inspired by his mentors, particularly Pablo Picasso, his love of nature, and desire to combine genres. One of my favorites is “Pacific Coast Highway and Santa Monica,” (1990). Hockney invited friends to accompany him on an hour and a half drive through the Santa Monica Mountains, choreographing the views, twists and turns in the road to music by Richard Wagner. Later, he turned the experience into a painting.