The ending of Wright's article should have tipped me off that the artist's embrace of the Brushes App was more than just a hobby:
He picks up his iPad and slips it into his jacket pocket. All his suits have been made with a deep inside pocket so that he can put a sketchbook in it: now the iPad fits there just as snugly. Even his tux has the pocket, he tells me.At the time I took it as an eccentricity, which an artist of the caliber of Hockney was certainly allowed to indulge in. But now I see, it was a major artistic choice.
I ask him if he still draws on his iPhone and he snorts. “No! That’s just a phone now.”
I draw flowers every day on my iPhone, and send them to my friends, so they get fresh flowers every morning. And my flowers last. Not only can I draw them as if in a little sketchbook, I can also then send them to 15 or 20 people who then get them that morning when they wake up.
Are they any good?
Well, they aren't special by any means, and if the name Hockney wasn't attached to them I probably wouldn't be writing about them. Which is why, maybe against my will, I would like to see these as what they are without trying to over-analyze the the implication the iPad as an artistic tool, or issues of authorship and quality. They are whimsy and bright, and quite frankly very charming. Plus the concept for the exhibit—a room full of iPads and iPhones projecting Hockney's drawings—seems like a true reflection of the times. Plus the possibility of being able to visit the exhibit on repeated occasions to find new works on display as Hockney e-mails them to the devices on display is exceptional.
Picasso would have gone mad with this. So would Van Gogh. I don’t know an artist who wouldn’t, actually.
David Hockney's iPad Art [The Telegraph]
David Hockney, iPriest of Art [London Evening Standard]
Images via The Atlantic and the London Evening Standard