I have “five under the ground” in the most beautiful city in the western hemisphere. I bow to no man in the realm of cosmopolitan patrimony. But your town has some excellent things. I can see why you regard it as the center of the cosmos.
I would have much more to present here, dear reader, if only the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts’ website were not so impossibly bad.
Does the Kreuser collection of Art Nouveau belt buckles make Richmond the most excellent repository on earth? Just about.
* “First Families of Virginia.” At West Point in the 1840’s, the FFVs considered Stonewall Jackson a hillbilly beneath their notice, since he grew up in the Ohio River basin.
Some of his paintings serve as bedrock leitmotifs for my entire pilgrim existence.
…But now, “New York Pavements.” Never seen, nor heard tell of it before.
What is the man trying to do to us? When you add wind; when you add off-centeredness and obscurity; when you put a child into this Hopper lens…
His other paintings enclose us in the jail-cell of modern urban solitude. But the sun shines in at the edges, or the night air has some freshness of dawn. The gauze that encloses the world is permeable.
“New York Pavements,” on the other hand, skewers us under a pitilessly overcast sky. And it’s cold. And…Why? why? my God, why do we roll perambulators down the street?
Walter Chrysler, Jr., bought “New York Pavements” in 1976. Did he buy it in order to have a Hopper in his collection? Or did he buy it because he wanted this Hopper in his collection? Did Chrysler catch the over-the-top Hopperness of this one?
The March for Life just keeps getting shorter and shorter.
We used to start at the Ellipse (15th St., N.W.) Then we started at 7th St. This afternoon we started at 4th St.
So it was really the Stroll for Life up Capitol Hill. Nonetheless, it was inspiring and beautiful. There were lots and lots and lots of people. It was the most warm and sunny day we have had for the march for years.
Yes, there were some bad calls in the last two minutes of the game. But only losers blame refs for losses. (I learned this from my high-school basketball coach, and it is one of the truest rules of sports.)
Anyway, I hope that everyone had a merry Christmas.
The Feast of St. Stephen (today) is a good day to renew one’s exercise routine.