Teacups

by Zoe Pollock

at the height of the AIDS epidemic, as it happens, at a time when Hockney used to have a beach house overlooking the occasionally quite wild surf off Malibu Beach: a dainty porcelain tea set in the foreground against the backdrop of the roiling sea. Where, one is given to wonder, is the true drama?

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