I've seen some good art while I've been here in Pasadena. Took in "Whistler's Mother," and "Blue Boy," and a gaggle of Degas and two van Goghs, and this curious apparition.
Is it my imagination, or does the flying cherub
have his left hand in an innapropriate place?
"The way out of trouble is never as simple as the way in.
—Edgar Watson Howe
No comments:
Post a Comment
Post your comments