Brushes with Artists

The image is Rauschenberg's work Bed, in the MOMA collection.


Robert Rauschenberg died yesterday. I loved him. Okay, I didn’t know him, but I loved him anyway. One of my best professors in grad school said something so lovely about Rauschenberg – he was a through line to contemporary work. (He also said that about deKooning, but in this instance he was right.)

I saw Rauschenberg once, dressed all head to toe in purple. Most odd. I also once held the door at the Walker for Frank Stella, but that’s a different story altogether.

Safe journey, dude. You made good art.