Now on top of everything else, Jennifer Bartlett is painting my paintings for me. As I learned courtesy of Raggedy Ann’s Foot (*) a couple weeks ago—do you see? And it pained me. Fearing […]
Rachel Youens/ Russell Twiggs I never thought Mr. Russell Twiggs knew or noticed me. I was the child who scrambled around the Beaux Arts building at Carnegie Tech on Saturday afternoons while my dad […]