By Jason Foumberg
Ed Paschke died the year I moved to Chicago. I had to take it for granted that Paschke was the most famous artist that Chicago had ever produced, and to boot, its best. This must be what it feels like to be born post-9/11. You hear about it a whole lot but you never really know the experience. The opening of the Ed Paschke Art Center this month, almost a decade after his death, is a good moment to reassess Paschke’s artwork. How does it hold up? Is it still important art?
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