
Alice Carrière- a fellow downtown art world child who I somehow missed amidst all the Pleats Please pants and forearm sized rats- writes so movingly about the loss of identity that can occur when a parent’s commitment to their work is their first and greatest attachment. Always honest, never moralistic, she tracks the winding and explosive path to her adulthood with a clarity and poeticism that proves she, too, is a great artist- no matter how she tried to run from the fate.
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