Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Long Lines

Long Lines
Oil on Wood
At the National Gallery of Art,  East Wing again this weekend. A favorite confluence of art and architecture and figures in motion. This is what art is for me. Like dance. A series of experiences, visual and visceral. One builds on another creating meaning over time. Art is a continuum.  Nothing static about it. What went before, unseen, and what comes after is all a part of the picture. No standing still. Life goes on. And On. And all that was still is and will be still.

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