I first met Anne Truitt, whose major retrospective opens at the Hirshhorn Museum in October, 30 years ago, a few months before I married her daughter. She was the driest, most detached person I had yet encountered, so removed that she toasted us young newlyweds at our reception by remarking that "it is like watching them go down Niagara Falls in a barrel."
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