A small object can pull you toward it like a magnet. I’m partial to the experience of seeing “an enormously tiny bit of a lot” as Meret Oppenheim wrote in a poem. My first apprehension of Miss Gardenia was of an astonishing object, an enigmatic presence, in the old SFMOMA sometime in the late ’80s. … Continue reading Amitié: Meret Oppenheim’s Miss Gardenia