All Bosch?

If the pun is the lowest form of wit (a dubious proposition), then it is appropriate that a punning game should have proliferated in Manhattan's art world at this moment of its fortunes. The gimmick, according to the New York Times, was set in motion by Stephen E. Weil, an administrator of the Whitney Museum. It goes like this: pick an artist's name, then make up a question for which it is the answer. Weil's examples:

What kind of men do Russian girls marry? Red Grooms.

How do Martians dispose of earthlings? Man Ray.

What did the private say to his NCO who rebuked him for warbling in the lavatory? "But I'm a John Singer, Sargent."

The list might be extended indefinitely, or then again it might not. Some further possibilities:

What were the last whispered words of a dissatisfied wife? Henry, Moore.

What are found only in the most expensive Park Avenue bathrooms? Jasper Johns.

Why did the chicken cross the road? Alexander Calder.

Whom do we have in Havana? Arman.

Who hates trumpets? Gericault.

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