It was one of those times that, without planning it, one ends up in the right place.In the summer of 2017 I went to spend a few days in Paris and, for my fortune, in the Pompidou Center there was a retrospective by David Hockney, who had just turned eighty.Among the great deal that there was, was “My parents” (1977).As always, it is one thing to have seen the photograph of a painting and another very different to see it live and live.”My parents…
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It was one of those times that, without planning it, one ends up in the right place.In the summer of 2017 I went to spend a few days in Paris and, for my fortune, in the Pompidou Center there was a retrospective by David Hockney, who had just turned eighty.Among the great deal that there was, was “My parents” (1977).As always, it is one thing to have seen the photograph of a painting and another very different to see it live and live.”My parents…