In his New York Times obituary for Jeanne-Claude, William Grimes felt compelled to include this caveat: "Some critics dismissed their work as a repetitive series of stunts devoid of intellectual content." I think it is a mistake to call Jeanne-Claude an "artist." She was something far more important to the culture of our times: a shameless, publicity-mad self-promoter determined to wrap the world in the small conceit of a puckish little man with a genius for drawing.
