Reading ‘Elephant’
A sight-reading child, I thrilled to the image sheathed in a word— elephant— the elongated contour, the tall l, h, and t, transporting me to an African savannah, to baobab trees and a striped big top, a sequined gymnast in arabesque on a blanketed, thick-skinned back. Circus of the preposterous—who created your enormous folds? That thousand- muscled trunk, your euphonium...
Read MoreDinner at the Museum of Fine Arts
…the object is not to make art, but to be in the wonderful state which makes art inevitable. —Robert Henri: The Art Spirit For an appetizer, try olives à la Picasso, ...
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