Statistics are notoriously unreliable markers of historical experience. Their claims to numerical objectivity, to bedrock truth, are ones we have come increasingly to distrust. There are times, however, when a statistic may reveal something else or something more: a snapshot of collective perception, a fragment of otherwise forgotten experience, a part of a history that has not been fully told. Consider the following as a case in point: Paul Cadmus has participated in thirty-seven Whitney Museum Annual and Biennial exhibitions of contemporary art, making him one of the most frequently exhibited artists in the history of that ongoing curatorial project.' Cadmus's repeated, indeed almost …