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‘I think about him every time I go swimming’ / David Hockney remembered by Rachel Whiteread, Jeremy Deller and more

‘He made the wild milkshake of the world a place of granular human interest’ … Hockney’s A Bigger Splash, 1967. Photograph: David Hockney

‘I think about him every time I go swimming’: David Hockney remembered by Rachel Whiteread, Jeremy Deller and more

Artists and cultural figures celebrate the great Yorkshire painter who could ‘make teabags and toothpaste glamorous’ – with a poem from a fellow YorkshiremanRachel Whiteread, artist: ‘It was like he was breathing art’

Marlene Dumas in The Gentlewoman

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Inside the studio of the world’s most expensive female painter

Text by Cristina Ruiz
Portraits by Viviane Sassen

Issue n° 10, Autumn & Winter 2014

The Dutch artist Marlene Dumas insists she’s not an activist, but her provocative, unnervingly intimate portraiture runs the gamut of race, sexuality, deformity and every other complexity of being human. People get in the way for Marlene, though, at least during the work day: the 61-year-old likes to be alone in her Amsterdam studio with just photographs and press clippings for company. But once the painting’s done, Dumas is always up for a big glass of wine – she grew up on a vineyard in South Africa – and a hearty discussion about art. She also does an excellent Lucian Freud impersonation.

The Many Faces Of Marlene Dumas / A Painter For The 21st Century

Marlene Dumas . For Whom the Bell Tolls, 2008 . Oil on canvas, 100 x 90 cm . The Rachofsky Collection and the Dallas Museum of Art through the DMA/amfAR Benefit Auction Fund . © Marlene Dumas . Photograph by Peter Cox, © 2015, ProLitteris, Zurich

The Many Faces Of Marlene Dumas, A Painter For The 21st Century

06/02/2015 08:54 am ET | Updated Jun 03, 2015

Marlene Dumas / Gallery

The image only spans from her forehead to her chin, but the subject is instantly recognizable. The oversized, cat-winged eyeliner hanging heavily on her lids gives a large hint, clumpy and fading as if worn on a hot day. But there’s more to Marlene Dumas’ portrait, simply titled “Amy — Blue,” that captures the more ineffable features of a late singer’s pained beauty.