The pool arrives first, unapologetically blue, like a rectangle of sky dropped into the desert and asked to behave. It holds that peculiar 1960s California optimism: the conviction that pleasure could be designed, poured in concrete, edged in white, and made permanent. Hockney lets it shimmer, not with realism but with sensation: the small, insistent … Continue reading Lithographs of Water, 1978-1980