I can't find the photo of Marisol and her art that I cut out of a magazine in 1962 and had inside my locker door in the military barracks I was in at the time. She was one of my personal icons then, and later in the 1970s I got to meet her at a party in Manhattan and was pretty tongue tied but eventually managed a minimal conversation. She seemed as enigmatic to me then as her image in magazines had always seemed. She fell out of favor in the art world for awhile but was always an original to me.
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One of my favorites, too. Where I live, the Toledo Museum of Art was lucky enough and wise enough to purchase her piece, THE PARTY, which is a joyful amazement to visit and stand close to. In fact, the viewer becomes an invitee to the party in an odd & disturbing way.
love to see that in person again someday
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