I have known my friend Kim for over 30 years. Twenty-four years ago she visited me in Baltimore and I noticed, on her hand, a ring that was reflecting the light. I had her hold her hands still while I took out my Hasselblad and light meter, then made an exposure. I remember that it took a few minutes. I recently tried to re-make this image and didn't anticipate that it would take almost an hour and I still couldn't get close to the feel and pose of the original image.
I come to Paris to be reminded that art and love are one and the same. Both are driven by a desire for wholeness, creativity, truth, surprise. At the Centre Pompidou, I saw a Balthus that was just donated to the museum. I haven't seen a reproduction of it anywhere and, standing there, I felt that coming all the way to Paris was worth it just to see this one painting. A new Balthus at the Pompidou, Paris Art, like love, sometimes involves transgression. Balthus said, " I want to proclaim in broad daylight, with sincerity and feeling, all the throbbing tragedy of a drama of the flesh, proclaim vociferously, the deep-rooted laws of instinct." I learned to love Balthus as a student in Wayne Thiebaud's painting class in college. From the perspective of the painter looking at a Balthus, one quickly sees past the erotic elements and is struck by his masterful technique, a method based on years spent on one painting, using paints hand mixed each morning by his wife,...