Jane Wilson, whose sixty-year career established her as one of the leading landscape painters of the postwar era, died on January 13, 2015 in New York. She was 90.

Roberta Smith wrote in The New York Times in 2009 that, “DC Moore [Gallery] is showing Jane Wilson’s latest luminous landscapes, which may be her best. They relegate land or water to a low-lying narrow strip to let light and clouds work their magic. The real subject here is color, which may make Ms. Wilson a postabstract Color Field painter.”

In her 2009 book on the artist, Elisabeth Sussman, Curator at the Whitney Museum of American Art, wrote, 

What I find so remarkable about confronting Jane Wilson’s paintings in the twenty-first century is how elegiac they look and how they simultaneously recall the poetic sensibilities of mid-century, when the syntax was kept simple, when everyday renditions of land and sky or ordinary life could be once benevolent and metaphysical – simple situations redolent of the vagaries and complexities of the day-to-day. The paintings are at the same time a “non-space,” an atmosphere in which we are lost, without perspective. The spectator is an observer, a navigator; the destination is drifting, like the clouds, and changing.