When neoexpressionism arrived in the early '80s, it was as though an army of Bronze Age hectors had assembled, chanting hoarsely of sex, anxiety, death and egotism, leaving long .
Three or four years ago, when the surprise of new figurative painting coming out of Europe was still fresh, when American critics were slapping the label of neoexpressionism on .
Today neoexpressionism, the obsession of the early '80s, has run its course and is nearly as dead as mutton.