The reason we came to
Oh, the dang lights have marred my pic of these portraits of L.Delectorskaya (what a great name!) . . . .
We admired the Conversation tremendously, and perched on the bench to stare at this wall for a while. But we could see the cracking in the oil on this work, very visibly . . . like a dried river bed . . . very worrisome.
We argued for awhile whether the Satyr and the Nymph represents him throwing her down or just jumping her bones . . . 8^D . . . we both can see both POV . . .
The Arab continues to grow on me . . . maybe because my old eyes are fading as bad as matisse’s . . .