It has quote unquote been awhile.
What can I say? I’ve been in the gym getting ripped and eating mountains of tapenade on Triscuits.
But since it has been quote unquote awhile, I thought I’d pop in and say:
And also this:
“I don’t know anything about art.”
By that I mean quote unquote fine art, but I had me some time tonight and I popped into a museum and got some feels around this painting:
Seems dumb to look at a bad photo of a painting. So here’s a close-up:
It’s just lovely how sad she looks, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hat. It couldn’t be more real or vivid to me. And she’ll always be that young and beautiful on that museum wall, forever, posing in the grass on a summer day for her goofy painter boyfriend.
She’s probably been dead for a hundred years.