Yesterday I went to see Van Gogh and the Colors of Night at MOMA. He does this beautiful consideration of vision without sun, under moonlight and the in between stages of sunset and moon rise. I had forgotten what a colorist he is with greys. Later I went to my Mandarin class and began to develop a wonderful, itchy case of Chinese Head.
The state of brain amidst the wordless eloquence and the musical/visual language has an underwater richness and a similar lack of gravity.
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