……not while I’m alive, anyway. I finally got a hold of the curator of works on paper for the local big museum. They’re no longer collecting art of contemporary artists–their collection stops at the end of the 20th Century. Despite my assurance that I had plenty of work from before the turn of the century, a mid-20th century child myself, with roots firmly in modernist and postmodernist abstraction, I am considered an artist of the new millenium.
Tales of Post-Twinkie Ennui