244. That poster had annoyed me for a long time. It looked
like a picture of a chalkboard, on which someone had scrawled a series of
ovals.
245. It was obvious that it was not just a chalkboard,
because the poster was an announcement for an exhibit, held some years ago, at
a museum in Germany.
246. Twenty years ago, apparently, someone’s scribbling was
considered art in Germany, and ever since this poster had been in our sculpture
studio, yellow around the edges.
247. “But that’s Twombley,” my teacher explained, as if
uttering a person’s name would be sufficient explanation of the poster.
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