Doig paints white like it’s got every colour in it; he paints dark like it’s got every colour on it. A mirrored image of a lake at night, White Canoe is a wishful infeasibility where the reflection is more detailed than the landscape itself. The boat is aberrantly glowing. The landscape has the all-consuming blackness of an oil slick, deafening and motionless; all other colours seem to slide across it in a rustic laser show. The blue stains of tranquil moonlight have the eerie effect of erasing; Doig’s perfect night seems to be melting like celluloid stuck in the projector.I love art that requires a paragraph to tell you why you're supposed to be impressed by it.
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They bought the wrong one.
posted by nathancaswell at 9:38 AM on February 15, 2007