One vibey summer evening in 1986, at the opening of R Lee White’s show at McClaren Markowitz Gallery in Boulder, I struck gold. After the briefest of flirtations, I got lucky and went home with “Phone Call For You, Sweetie.”
“Phone Call For You, Sweetie”
With its trio of one-legged human and canine figures, a semi-erect pair of wolf-gray schlongs, and an anomalous date palm exploding in vivid pastels, the vibrant 64”x48” outlier bore no resemblance to White's Native American-themed acrylics the townsfolk…
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