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Thursday, 20. September 2007

A Question For The Masters



Why is that, O Respected (and Expensive) Masters, that your eyes always saw the sky filled with warm porridge, with cotton candy, with horse manes, or with golden sheaves of wheat, and never absolutely empty of all essence like a giant blue or black bell, with a tongue of golden light or silver rain tolling, tolling for God knows what?

At the Met's "The Age of Rembrandt" Exhibit, September 19, 2007




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