It's an end-of-year ritual to remember the people who have died throughout the year. It's corny, but I always read those articles particularly when they are accompanied by a black and white photo of the individuals in their early days full of arrogance and strength.
Two women artists recently died.
I've always been fascinated with Eva Zeisel. I love, love, love her pottery. Her Town and Country salt and pepper shakers are fantastic. I also like that she was so active in her older years. She lived in this area and travelled back and forth to her studio at Columbia.
Helen Frankenthaler also passed away. The year that I worked at a small museum in Chicago, I spent some time looking at a painting of hers. (There was also a Chamberlain piece in the lobby.) Throughout her career, there were always snotty comments about the fact that she came from a wealthy family and married a prominent artist.