As I was standing there, marking the many differences between an actual painting and a slide lecture, a tall, elderly man came out of a set of doors to my left, and joined me in looking. I looked at him briefly, and then the painting. And then back at him, because he was looking unexpectedly familiar.
"Excuse me, but are you Cy Twombly?" I asked.
"Yes," came the reply.
Read Meeting Cy Twombly Changed My Life by Greg Allen.