Over the past year or so, as I've said in these pages, I’ve begun to suspect that the art world’s fascination with unripe talent is diminishing. Witness last season’s trio of wonderful exhibitions by Varujan Boghosian, Albert Kresch, and Kenneth Noland, all of them well into their eighties, when their shows opened. I kept thinking […]

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