Winter Waxing Cold Moon
Namaste. The restaurant. Where we ate lunch and discussed Stealing the Mona Lisa, an impenetrable book most thought, a romp in psychoanalytical language cursed with the stodgy background of Freud rather than an expansive peyote fueled Jungian. We entertained ourselves with a good two-hours of conversation on the nature of art, whether art exists when we don’t see it, whether any of us made art and bollocks.
It’s always a good experience to be with these folks, some idea gets knocked loose and rattles around, sometimes settling down as a learning. Next month the Walker.
We’ve had snow, more of the nuisance variety than a real street and artery clogging invasion. The temperature stays down though so we may continue to get snow for a while. I hope so.
Here’s a headline you don’t see every day. In today’s Washington Post.
