Perhaps this is just for a chuckle, but what do you think this means?
I dreamed last night that I was still working as a curator and pulled out this Hans Hofmann work on paper that we had in the vault. Never mind that its muted colors didn’t look anything like Hofmann. That’s not the point. The point is that I decided that the work wasn’t as Hofmann had intended and I opted to rework sections of it.
I was painting on top of Hofmann painting! And I was doing a pretty poor job of it. I did it with such confidence that I’m frightened thinking about it now.
After I was done reworking the painting, I didn’t gloat. I looked at it and thought “Man, I really screwed up this one. I hope no one notices.” It was bad. Even in my dream, I knew it was bad.
What a breech of curatorial ethics–not to mention a breech of intelligence!
By the way, this is a Hofmann painting that is in the collection of the Oklahoma City Museum of Art, where I served as curator some years ago. I promise–I never laid a finger on it!