Ed Ruscha
239 works
Richard Polsky explores Ed Ruscha's groundbreaking career, from his iconic prints and paintings to his lasting impact on contemporary art and the global art market.
No living artist (with the exception of Jasper Johns and David Hockney) has had a better career than Ed Ruscha. Now eighty-six, he continues to be productive and shows regularly at Gagosian’s international galleries. He’s continuously lauded by the press, is eagerly sought after for museum shows, and is in constant demand in the art market. And on top of all that, he’s movie star handsome - and a nice person.
During the 1980s, I briefly got to know Ed Ruscha. My San Francisco gallery, Acme Art, mounted a show of his gunpowder “Ribbon Letter” drawings, affording me a chance to study his work. I learned about his many contributions to art history including the prominent use of language as subject matter. His invention of the “artist book” opened up new venues for many future artists. He’s also largely credited with introducing humor to art. I recall that one of his few detractors, the great Ivan Karp, once told me something to the effect of Ruscha being “the only Leo Castelli Gallery artist of little significance.” Perhaps Ivan, who was Castelli’s gallery director for a decade, resented that Ruscha was the only Californian painter on the roster.
Ruscha’s Los Angeles residency seemed to work against him for a long time. Back then, artists based in California weren’t taken seriously by their New York counterparts. As a West Coast colleague once said to me, “It’s as if New York thinks our I.Q.’s are forty points lower than theirs.”
During the 1980s, I recall running into Ed Ruscha in SoHo. At the time, New York’s Museum of Modern Art had just purchased their first Ruscha canvas. It was one of his classic paintings from the 1960s titled, OOF. When I congratulated him on getting into MoMA’s permanent collection, he responded in his typical laconic fashion, “Yeah, I’m a twenty-year overnight success.”
A few years later, I made an appointment to meet Ed Ruscha at his Venice (California) studio. We were planning to go out to lunch to discuss a potential commission. I was friendly at the time with the corporate art curator at the Southland Corporation (parent company of the 7-11 convenience store chain), who wanted Ed to paint the lone word, “Reggae.” For some reason, I must have been nervous, because I pulled into Ed’s driveway and somehow managed to lock my keys in the car - with the engine running. Ed got a good laugh from it, as we called the AAA auto club to come out and unlock the door.
As the 1990s rolled around, Ruscha continued to persevere and found his fortunes changing when Larry Gagosian began to represent him in 1993 — since then, he’s had twenty-one exhibitions at the gallery. It was as if the art market spontaneously woke up to the fact that there was this terrific artist hiding in their midst. Ruscha’s paintings and drawings took off at auction, peaking in 2019, when Jeff Bezos allegedly bought his 1964 masterpiece, Hurting the Word Radio #2, for $52 million. Currently, Christie’s is offering an even better painting, Standard Station, Ten-Cent Western Being Torn in Half (1964), with an estimate of approximately $50 million.
With all of the demand for Ruscha’s paintings, it wasn’t long until his prints began to follow. As everyone knows, the classic Ed Ruscha prints are his four Standard Stations and Hollywood. These are now considered “top twenty” prints in the history of contemporary printmaking.
However, there are almost too many other first-rate Ruscha prints to mention here, some of which remain undervalued - or at least fairly valued.
In summary, no serious contemporary print collection is complete without one (or more) graphic works by Ed Ruscha. Whether you are assembling a Pop Art collection, a group of Minimalist holdings, or a simply a home full of high-quality prints, there’s always a place for his work. In the future, Ruscha will go down in art history as a highly important artist. He’s likely to rank just ahead of such Pop giants as Tom Wesselmann and James Rosenquist - and just below Andy Warhol, Roy Lichtenstein, Robert Rauschenberg, and Jasper Johns. And that’s saying something.