By Seph Rodney
Around each bend in the Guggenheim rotunda, Alberto Burri’s works give off the scent of free-form experimentation, worked by both the elements and the will. He applied heat, flame, pressure to disparate mediums; he ripped and tore fabrics, allowed substances to dry, crack and fissure, all the time attentive to the process as well as to what could happen if something in the formula were changed. It seems counterintuitive that being so careful and particular, so watchful, would be tantamount to liberty for Burri. But his independence conspicuously reveals itself here.