I quit drinking a few months ago, because I had more work ahead of me than I could reasonably complete with a hangover. This fairly dramatic change in my diet had two notable consequences: I started eating far too much candy; and the emotion I had been (largely unbeknownst to me) drowning in wine started regularly surfacing. Most prominently a feeling of abundant joy began welling up in my chest rather unexpectedly and with frequency. A lot of water metaphors here—”my cup runneth over” with water metaphors. After some time this feeling didn’t return; suppose my system established a new baseline. But I thought it worth mentioning just thinking how rare joy must be for so many of us. And to report that I felt it briefly.
This exhibition isn’t named for that joy, though. The titled is borrowed from Stephen Kaltenbach’s painting of the same name. Despite having appeared on every relevant list of the time, Kaltenbach, a self-described “secretive person,…
