This is Regnault's Salome. I do it a great injustice by reproducing it here on this blog--you can't feel the texture. Please go see it yourself. Again, this is about knowing something is beautiful and not knowing why. It's like I love Coltrane's "Afro-Blue," but I could never really tell you why.
I do know that it's always nice to see an ample, dark-haired woman smiling at you from across the room. Well any woman really, but today this woman. That her blouse is off her shoulder probably helps. When I saw this I actually started smiling myself.
The Met is haunted. Whenever I'm there, I hear voices. Well one voice telling me all this weird stuff--Get rid of your cell-phone, Walk everywhere you go, Only eat food that you've prepared, After you leave here, write for four straight hours, Gather your loved ones and move to Colorado, Disconnect your broadband...
Freaky, I tell you.
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