a rainy little day in between more significant ones, perfect for renaissance headhunting in Metropolitan. Among the thousands and thousands of paintings, I skipped everything except portraits with a straight look that can pierce through centuries
But with Rembrant, it's time to cut it
...because with Baroque, there is way too much pink flesh, fuss and ugly babies to endure
Cherub here, cherub there. The 17th centurians must have looked at this in a very different way. With me the flying meatballs evoke visions of violence involving a baseball bat. So time to head back to rainy East Side.
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