Some more expected and unexpected impressions at the Brooklyn Museum
First, encounters with some singular faces.
It’s hot and humid out, but she is eternally the embodiment of frigid winter.
Next, through the glass vault door into the special storage exhibition space:
Ed says “This is the best attic ever!”
And then an abrupt change of pace, but still … faces, reflections, refractions…
(Ed, if you could, stand over there, like this…)
Two sides. Two faces.
Isn’t this Notes from a Composer? Where’s the music?
And we’re off. But we’ll be back again surely.