National Gallery of Arts

One begins with particulars. Details. Little things and semblances of order, of sequence, of logic.

But then comes the colours, the outbursts, those unexpected flecks of gold and lapis lazuli shades.

Of little putti prancing, twisting, playing, entangled here and there on some high renaissance sleeves

and mantles.

Then corners become curves,

And curves into sinews,

And walking become striding,

Gliding, diving and flying, and simultaneously breathing and huffing, inspiring, exhilarating,

at times both edifying and disturbing,

uplifting, sobering,

the many complexities between living and dying.

And we're not talking here of the east Building yet…


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