They Can't Cancel Spring
I was a late bloomer when it came to a deep appreciation for fine art and classical music. I mean, I knew who the greats were, and I sort of knew what I liked and what I didn’t, but there was no touching of the soul, as it were. I needed to take baby steps! As time went on, I slowly realized why my father had put rudimentary head phones on my mother’s stomach when she was pregnant with me, with Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, and Brahms playing! That’s a true story! My poor mother… The fine arts part of the equation took a little longer, but that too, soon became a touchtone for the soul. And thank the gods it did. Which brings me to David Hockney. I had never heard much of him before...well, until the pandemic. David Hockney died last Thursday at his home, one month short of his 89th birthday. The tributes now arriving from every corner of the cultural world are well deserved. The obituaries will recall the California pools and that famous bigger ...