Death is like painting rather than like sculpture, because it’s seen from only one side. —Peter Schjeldahl Annunciation… The syllables follow along the curb, echo from the sidewalks and tumble past like the mid-autumn leaves: An-nun-ci-a-tion… Behind me, outside the Art Institute of Chicago, the iconic lions stand guard over Michigan Avenue. Their grace and beauty fade as I walk down Adams Street, as does my memory of Monet, O’Keefe, and Van Gogh, those artists whose paintings attract so many visitors and did so long before Valerie arrived to begin graduate school.
I couldn't stop reading. A heartfelt piece. Thank you for sharing, Michael.
Thanks for this, Michael. So lovely.
What a gorgeous meditation, Michael. Thank you.