The Chagall exhibit is breathtaking.
Not only am I keenly sensitive and overwhelmed by how well the audiotour and presentation of works by Chagall was tailored at the MOMA but the life of a man is an adventure in self actualization, exile, challenge, laughter, joy, love, and overwhelming tenderness.
I’m very fond of how he paints poets.
Lying prostrate on the ground.
Overwhelmed with emotion
Gazing skywards and hands to their breast as if breathing took effort from the pure experience of undistilled emotion.
The whole world above. Ordinary life in the background.
Feeling in the peripherary.
Along the borders of this world.
As if its wonders made the observer feel as if they were unworthy and alien to the splendor.
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Amazing what that man has done with finger paints.
What?!
Chagall would have laughed.