It's no good living within walking distance of all sorts of art galleries if one never looks in them except when they are closed or when taking the dog for a walk......
People looking at art fascinates me as much as the art itself.
A current really stunning exhibition in the vast space at Gagosian made me remember why I once used to like art a lot.
Of course people need to check their texts......
...... and consult the catalog. Wow!
Here one thinks of Emily Dickinson in an odd sort of way.
And here of Casper David Freidrich.
Here of some sort of matador, perhaps.
On quite a different note, my story Jane in Winter is being serialized a chapter a day here
The first chapter is up today.....
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