The name of the artist I was trying to remember yesterday suddenly came back to me! The Sigmar Polke exhibit that I saw in San Francisco was definately not too extensive, it was perfect. But it was also practically a religious experience, not only because of the art but also because of various other events that were either marginally related to the exhibit itself, or just coincidentally took place there. These started when I was about to enter the museum and a woman who was leaving just gave me her button so I could go in for free. Then a really good friend of Dan’s recognized me just inside the door, from having seen me in a video letter I had sent to Dan! And there were so many weird coincidences between the themes of the paintings and themes from my life – Dan wondering why no German artists were dealing with the holocaust, a little piece of rock with a paper labeling it "Ottercreek" (an unintentional reference to the Tick, our latest comic book passion), etc., etc. I can’t remember all the weird events but in addition, the paintings were incredible and each was quite unique and distinct, unlike these exhibits with rows and rows of studies – drawings or paintings or sculptures on exactly the same theme, with only slight variations in execution – not even a variation of intent – and that bores me!