
I'm feeling the Frida Kahlo lately. I just got a little over-stimulated in the art library and took out her biography along with books on Alex Katz, Alice Neel, Berthe Morisot, Mary Cassat, ex-patriates, oh and FRANK STELLA, simply so that I can read it and glower and mutter indignant comments to myself. Maybe I will then post some of them on here. I secretly fear that reading the book will cause me to start to
like Frank Stella, and then my world would truly be turned upside down, because in recent sessions of my art history class I have found myself tolerating, appreciating, and even kind of
loving Manet. WHO AM I?!
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