A few years ago I took this burdened traveler from South Station in Boston and put him in the lobby of the Institute of Contemporary Art. I thought it might cheer him up.
Art travelers have a spring in their step. Recently, I saw a parked truck in a shopping mall near me and thought the back of the truck resembled a William deKooning collage painting.
I’ve been known to see deKooning’s work in other quotidian things. Here’s an example. I had just come back from seeing a retrospective at MOMA in New York City and while looking at the soles of my UGG boots saw one of his early paintings called, “Painting”.
Then, I changed my name to de Kooning. That’s all it takes, really, a bit of aspirational delusions.
