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Susan Rothenberg, acclaimed figurative painter, 75

NEW YORK — Susan Rothenberg, whose flayed, lushly foreboding paintings radiated a Paleolithic grandeur and helped usher figuration back into an art world that had declared it extinct in the 1970s, died on Monday at her home in Galisteo, N.M. She was 75.

Her death was confirmed by the Sperone Westwater gallery, which has represented her for more than 30 years. A specific cause was not given, though she had been ill for some time.

As an art student at Cornell University, Ms. Rothenberg dreamed of becoming a sculptor but switched to painting after the head of the sculpture department flunked her, seemingly displeased with fetishistic pieces resembling alarm clocks with teeth that she had made under the influence of Lucas Samaras.


“I was devastated,” she said in a 1992 interview with The Buffalo News. “It completely changed my life. I have no idea how I might have offended him.”

But the early discouragement fueled a resolve to push hard against received notions of painting in the late 1960s, when painting itself was being consigned to historical oblivion by the dominant movements of minimalism and conceptualism.

Her first solo show in 1975, at the ragtag experimental SoHo art space 112 Greene Street, consisted of three large, scabrous canvases depicting the pared-down form of a horse cleaved by a vertical or horizontal line. The paintings arrived from so out of the blue that they shocked many who saw them.

The critic Peter Schjeldahl wrote later that the show was a eureka moment, adding that “the mere reference to something actually existing was astonishing.” Hilton Kramer, the critic for The New York Times, whose tastes could be combatively conservative, praised her paintings to such a degree that, as Ms. Rothenberg recalled, “in the downtown art world I was commiserated with.”

Although she had no special affection for horses or even horse paintings, she chose the form, she said, as something like a stand-in for the figure, in the way Andy Warhol’s soup cans served as symbols of pop culture, or Jasper Johns’s flags and targets represented what he called “things the mind already knows.”


“But this image of a horse was also more emotionally charged,” she said in the 1992 interview. “People look at the image of a horse, and they have associations — of power, movement, heaviness. It’s a living thing.”

In a 1987 oral history interview for the Archives of American Art, she added, “I wasn’t expecting much. I didn’t even know if they were any good.”

But within a year of the Greene Street show, she was represented by the prestigious Willard Gallery; and not long afterward William Rubin, the powerful director of the Museum of Modern Art’s painting and sculpture department, came to her tiny Tribeca loft himself to select a painting for the collection.

“My home was my studio, and my bed, and my kitchen; it was all in one space,” she said. “I had to pull out furniture and tables and my bed, and just put all of these horse paintings all over the studio.

“He pointed his cane at them,” she added. “My mouth was wide open.”

Susan Charna Rothenberg was born on Jan. 20, 1945, in Buffalo to Adele (Cohen) Rothenberg, a president of the Buffalo Red Cross and one-time assistant to the city’s mayor, and Leonard Rothenberg, an owner of a supermarket chain.


Ms. Rothenberg took art lessons as a child but harbored no serious hopes of becoming a professional. She was a high school cheerleader and a “party girl” in college, she said. After graduation she wandered for a couple of years, and then, as she told Grace Glueck in an article in The New York Times Magazine in 1984, she came up with the idea of penetrating deep into the Nova Scotia woods to “teach English in some backwater town.” But then, on another whim, she changed trains in Montreal for New York City.

Almost instantly she tapped into the churning SoHo art crowd, working as an assistant to the sculptor Nancy Graves and participating in performances by Joan Jonas.

“I was so open and so receptive to all of this good stuff that poured right in,” said Ms. Rothenberg, who was once described by a writer as having a “golden laugh” tempered by “straight-on streetwise moxie.” Through Jonas she met sculptor George Trakas, and they were married at City Hall in 1971. Their daughter, Maggie, was born in 1972. The marriage ended in divorce in 1979, but Ms. Rothenberg and Trakas remained close.

Ms. Rothenberg moved into a loft on West Broadway that at various points was home to the artists Mary Heilmann, Richard Serra, Nancy Graves, and Richard Lippold. In 1978, she was included in “New Image Painting,” a prescient exhibition at the Whitney Museum of American Art that put its finger on the turn toward experimental figurative painting then underway in New York.


By the 1980s, Ms. Rothenberg’s horse motif gave way to a multitude of other figures — heads, hands, boats, bones, birds, dogs, goats, human forms — in raw brushwork that had affinities with that of Alberto Giacometti, early Cy Twombly, and late Philip Guston but was unmistakably her own.

She made several paintings depicting Piet Mondrian, whose work she admired deeply despite its elemental difference from hers. In her hands, Mondrian became a wiry specter, distant and poignant. “The viewer should be challenged away from it,” she told Glueck, “almost repelled by its stiffness and gassiness.”

Ms. Rothenberg chafed at often being the only woman included in group paintings shows, and in the 1980s she withdrew her work from exhibitions in which that was the case. “I’m not going to tell them who they should put in,” she said. “But from now on I won’t be the only woman.”

In 1988, gallery owner Angela Westwater introduced Ms. Rothenberg to Bruce Nauman at a dinner party after a show of his artwork. Three months later the two were married.

Nauman had by then removed himself far from the art world and was living in rural Pecos, N.M., spending part of his time training quarter horses. Ms. Rothenberg relocated to New Mexico with him, and they worked in separate studios behind a modest house that they had designed for themselves in Galisteo, outside of Santa Fe.

Ms. Rothenberg leaves Nauman and her daughter.


Her work has been included in museum collections worldwide, and she was one of the artists who represented the United States in the 1980 Venice Biennale. Major surveys of her work originated at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo in 1992 and the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth in 2009.