As a 20-something living in New York City, somehow or other I would constantly stumble upon a person I came to refer to as “The Zabar’s Lady.” Through many an odd twist of fate, I would spy ...

Wastepaper Figures. “Strange,” wrote Beckmann in his diary in 1947, “that in every city I always hear the lions roar.” He loved the street-scene turmoil and crammed his major canvases with ...