FACES. REFLECTIONS. REFRACTIONS.

Some more expected and unexpected impressions at the Brooklyn Museum

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First, encounters with some singular faces.

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It’s hot and humid out, but she is eternally the embodiment of frigid winter.

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Next, through the glass vault door into the special storage exhibition space:

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Ed says “This is the best attic ever!”

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And then an abrupt change of pace, but still … faces, reflections, refractions…

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(Ed, if you could, stand over there, like this…)

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Two sides.  Two faces.

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Isn’t this Notes from a Composer?  Where’s the music?

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And we’re off.  But we’ll be back again surely.

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About dannyashkenasi

I'm a composer with over 30 years experience creating music theater. I'm also an actor, writer, director, producer, teacher and general enthusiast for the arts.
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One Response to FACES. REFLECTIONS. REFRACTIONS.

  1. Thanks for sharing that visit, as I never even heard of that gallery in Brooklyn, it’s really interesting! and some fun too 😉

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