It is not easy to do justice to Louis’ gifts without overstating the case. He is an artist who projects a nameless something very purely and powerfully and directly. Something utterly common, nearly vulgar and rarefied—like Marilyn Monroe. He offers us beauty, which is no small thing but at the same time he remains somehow trivial, beside the point, even lost. These feelings hold true particularly for the horizontal stripe series completed in the year immediately preceding his death. They are the most beautiful and the easiest, most banal Louises I have ever seen.
Amy Goldin, “The Sculpture of George Sugarman,” Arts Magazine, June 1966
Written by Amy Goldin in 1972, this short essay entitled “Rugs” was never published.
Amy Goldin, “The Esthetic Ghetto: Some Thoughts about Public Art,” May/June 1974