Wilke exposes audacity and confrontation to be the true allies of tenderness, and I wondered if Lucy Lippard ("Hannah Wilke, a glamour girl in her own right . . . is considered a little too good to be true when she flaunts her body in parody of the role she actually plays in real life . . ."), ever felt burnt.
Lisa Danbrot
Brooklyn, New York
1997
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