One Sunday this past September, I went to the Met to see an exhibition by the painter Cecily Brown. She’s British, she’s 52, she’s a fellow Gen Xer. She lives in New York City, and for expediency’s sake let’s call her an abstract painter. In the middle of the exhibition, I noticed that she’d titled a painting
Can Writing Be My BFF?
Can Writing Be My BFF?
Can Writing Be My BFF?
One Sunday this past September, I went to the Met to see an exhibition by the painter Cecily Brown. She’s British, she’s 52, she’s a fellow Gen Xer. She lives in New York City, and for expediency’s sake let’s call her an abstract painter. In the middle of the exhibition, I noticed that she’d titled a painting