Forget Judy Collins (and Crosby, Stills, and Nash). All that was serious enough, in its way.

But if U want the epitome of the tragic artist(s), it’s hard to beat the story of Amedeo Modigliani and Jeanne Hébuterne.

Much too convoluted, and fascinating, to shorten here. The video alone, which we watched yesterday in advance of the exhibit, ran about twenty minutes.

Perhaps these replicas, or the Collins parallels, will entice.