Of all the short-lived "movements" that agitated the surface of art in the 1960s, Op art had the briefest life. What became of all those eye-teasing patterns, those blips and dazzles and other paraphernalia of quick-shot visual illusion? Gone, mostly: either degenerating into unctuously chic decoras with European artists like Yaacov Agam or, in his late work, Victor Vasarelyor vanishing into that limbo of taste where obsolete experiments go. Today's supergraphics wrap tomorrow's garbage.
Apart from the Venezuelan artist Jesus-Raphael Soto, only one of the painters on whom the Op label was stuck...