The work of David Hockney, who died this Thursday in London at the age of 88, can be read as a succession of thematic cycles spread over more than six decades: Californian swimming pools, domestic interiors, portraits of friends and family, the landscapes of Yorkshire and Normandy, and a constant curiosity about technical tools, from the Polaroid to the iPad, passing through the fax machine and the photocopier. In all his stages, Hockney will have been a painter of modern life, almost a Manet of his time, always attentive to perspective, light, the passing of the seasons and the melancholic reverse of desire.
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