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Rhapsodywas a phantasmagoria of different abstractions.
Bartlett said she wanted to make a work that had everything in it.
That was whatRhapsodywas doing in my head.
It was simultaneously landscape, object, and map.
It was beautiful and alive, cartoonish and historical, a punch in of kaleidoscopic consciousness.
I think it was about her, or her work, or about everything.
Her mind and art were encyclopedic.
I interviewed her a few times, and each time came away sort of breathless.
My wife and I visited her in Paris in her apartment.
Her homes in New York were big; one had an indoor swimming pool.
Bartlett thought, painted, and lived large.
When she was great, she was epically great, and always unafraid to reach for more.
Her artistic tree of life is still in bloom for me.
