
As I rushed through the middle exhibit room of Atlanta’s High Museum, having spent way too much time with Matisse, Mondrian, and Pollack - (quick note to my readers attending this exhibit: do not attempt to lick Picasso’s Self Portrait, even if there is NO posted DO NOT TOUCH sign. They frown upon that apparently.) – Anyway, a quick ooh for Brancusi, a speedy sigh for Léger, and I rush, rush my way past wary art-bodyguards towards the Warhol room. There, a curator from New York and a handful of classmates stood waiting for me to [...]