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Robert Mapplethorpe at first seemed a wiry reincarnation of Jim Morrison; he was the homoerotic politician, representing in exquisite black-and-white photographs a different constituency of fears and desires. Mapplethorpe is in fact something more art-traditional, if no less disquieting: he is a Symbolist, drawn to flowers and nudes, love and death. It appears that he, too, understands his place in tradition. His new pictures—printed on linen and on view this month at the Robert Miller Gallery in New York—are, in the end, paintings.
GERALD MARZORATI
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