LIQUIDS HEAVENIn his perpetual quest to discover new ways of perceiving the real, the French artist Yves Klein once declared that he wrote his name on the far side of the sky. In the six decades since, the shock of the original has gradually become a distant ideal. Tedious nostalgia and microwave immediacy have become commonplace. Shattering boundaries becomes more difficult when anything goes and nearly everything has been done. But if a narrative through line