a New York City has any of, it has a lot of. Christmas greens, for instance: a whole street of shop after shop of wreaths, sprays, bundles of white - painted branches. Famous name shops not just here and there but chock-a-block.
And sidewalks full of scaffolding, piles of trash, vendors and people in huge busy multitudes.
This is definitely not Boston, but that's why I'm here: to visit the museum that has dozens of what the MFA is proud to have a few of. I don't know what l want to find, but it will be there, I'm sure.
Yep. As l went from the Cubist paintings of Basque, Picasso and Gris through New Guinea carvings to ancient Near Eastern reliefs, it was my hand that craved satisfaction. In front of piece after piece, it was you who wanted to trace the shapes, and know them beyond just looking. What I couldn't sketch, I took pictures of to week join later.
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| after Juan Gris |
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| after Pablo Picasso |
On the way back to Boston, I sent drawings and photos ahead of me attached to texts. Hand, are you happy now? I'm happy when you are.There's lots of fun ahead for you copying the visual boots I brought back. Like you, I can't wait to dig in.
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