Alexander Calder: instantly recognizable, always cheerful |
This is what happens when Richard Serra throws molten lead into a corner of a gallery wall. |
When I was 19, I visited the National Gallery in Washington, D.C., and the first thing I saw was a Lichtenstein. It kinda changed my life. |
Andy and Elvis, a strange paring. |
Wayne Thiebaud and I went to the same university. |
I have been this person, endlessly staring at a Mark Rothko, many times. |