'ARTBABBLERS' TAKE THE CURE
By Grace Glueck
Spurred, no doubt, by a late tapas snack in SoHo the other evening, I had a nightmarish dream about a group called Artbabblers Anonymous. It was one of those addict support organizations, and the scene was a large auditorium, peopled by a wide variety of types that I instantly recognized as art worldlings. They all shared an addiction, but it was not one of your more conventional vices: drinking, smoking, gambling, drugs. No, the problem they had in common was something that, believe it or not, seemed even more difficult to overcome. They were guilty of what one might call cliche abuse. In my dream, a team leader stood before them, and with his encouragement, different sinners would get up before the group, make a clean breast of things, and vow to break the habit.