I encountered Richter's Betty at a Tate exhibition about two years ago and I still cannot forget the impression it left on me.
The feeling that the girl in the picture would turn her head and look at me made me very still. I held my breath as I wondered who I was - as the viewer - looking at this person. What was the artist's relationship to this girl? Such a sense of softness; each strand of hair painted as if the artist's hand was caressing her head.
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| Betty, 1988 |

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