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Midway through the museum’s retrospective on Matisse, I bumped into the painter Alex Katz. He looked at me, agog, and said, ”I thought I was going to faint when I saw these paintings.” He gestured at two Matisse still life works from the mid 1940s. Already in a stunned state of my own, I followed his lead and gulped at the revolutionary pictorial power and radical colour radiating off these two power houses, one dominated by a celestial red and an arrangement on a table. In the foreground, were either a dog and cat chasing each other, or a pair of animal-skin rugs. Then I looked at the painting next to it, which also showed Matisse’s inherent ability to depict form and colour, with stupendous results. I saw the same still life depicted on the same table with the same vase, goblet, and fruit. But this version was totally different. Where the dog and cat were, there’s an ultra-flat still life within the still life. It’s so categorically compressed that it looks less than two-dimensional; maybe, one-half-dimensional. I thought I, like Katz, might pass out.