Mozart and Matisse
I used to believe that I was the young Mozart. This came about when I read his biography, a book with an orange cover, sitting in my father’s huge, over-stuffed chair, during the heat of a South Carolina summer. When … Continued
I used to believe that I was the young Mozart. This came about when I read his biography, a book with an orange cover, sitting in my father’s huge, over-stuffed chair, during the heat of a South Carolina summer. When … Continued
The advance publicity does not do this exhibit justice: it is a major exhibit of Rembrandt’s works from American collections, not just a comparison of a few “authentic” masterworks with many that have come under suspicion. We saw almost … Continued