One of my favorite artists, Andrew Wyeth has died at age 91. In some ways, I feel like I have known the Wyeth family through their paintings. Generational conversations in a place of timelessness. In their paintings, it feels as if they are living all at the same time. Living in the same musuem, the same room. What beautiful art.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
My dog is a prostitute...
"When I look into his eyes, I think he's my dog," Kaori told me. "But when I take him back to the shop, he runs away from me and starts wagging his tail when he sees the next customer. That's when I know he's only a rental dog."
-BBC News
Saturday, January 10, 2009
What mythic folly...
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