Tom Wesselmann
Seascape, foot(from edition 68 portforio)
1968
silkscreen 52/150
60.9×60.0cm
Frame:71.5×71.0cm
This is a lithograph by Tom Wesselmann, a master of American Pop art. True to Wesselmann’s style, this piece features a vivid blue sea and outstretched legs, combining freshness and sensuality in an appealing manner. The work is signed, dated, and includes an edition number in the lower right corner. Framed.
Frame Condition: B (Excellent)
ABOUT Tom Wesselmann
Tom Wesselmann has become known as a forgotten Pop artist, only to be rediscovered in recent years as the prices of his Warhol and Lichtenstein paintings have skyrocketed. Wesselmann is best known for his electrified nudes and still lifes. He was a Pop artist driven by an ironic desire for consumer culture, but with a genuine affinity for a simple, bright production style that appealed to the masses. For this reason, Wesselmann never fully fit in with the pop label.
BIOGRAPHY
1931 in Cincinnati, Ohio. Wesselmann grew up in Cincinnati and was drafted in 1952 to fight in the Korean War. There he learned and subsequently taught aerial photography and drew cartoons to represent his experiences. After returning from the war, he completed a BA in psychology at the University of Cincinnati and took classes at the Art Academy of Cincinnati. Wesselmann went to New York in 1956 to study at Cooper Union with the intention of becoming a cartoonist. His ambitions soon changed when he met Claire Selley; a classmate who would go on to become the inspiration and subject of works throughout Wesselmann’s career.
Main exhibition history since 2017
2017 「Tom Wesselmann Bedroom Paintings」
Davies Street , London
2018 「Tom Wesselmann Standing Still Lifes」
555 West 24th Street, New York
2018 「Tom Wesselmann :1963 - 1983 」
Beverly Hills
2019 「A Line (a)round an idea Selected Works on Paper
Geneva
2019 「Tom Wesselmann Flowers」
Park &75,New York
2020「Bustes de Femmes Paris 10th Anniversary Exhibition」 rue de Ponthieu, Paris
2023「Tom Wesselmann Intimate Space」
Beverly Hills
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