Book Review - Seeing Is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees

I enjoyed this Robert Irwin biography, an artist I knew nothing about. The opening chapters draws you into a world of mid-century California. Irwin’s teenage years of cars, girls and endless summers. Maybe it was the beautiful weather I was experiencing, or all that Hollywood propaganda. But those initial chapters made me want to ride my bike down the Esplanade with the Beach Boys blearing.


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