During my Chicago trip, I visited the Chicago Cultural Center and walked through an exhibit devoted to 30 years of work from beloved local artist Phyllis Bramson. Her work is so memorably kitschy and colorful and weird. So reads the show's program:
"Bramson passionately paints from her center, so uniquely shaped by formative years among her parents' collections of Asian female figurines and assorted objects, sometimes unmatched decor and a nude figured ash tray that she both admired and was embarrassed by."
That was one influential naked ashtray.
