Art History
Morning class, pajamas under raincoats lights go down, anticipation up, slides make a carriage ride from rural Virginia to the Met, the Jeu de Paume, Picasso’s aerie, Rodin’s atelier, Monet’s garden, the Louvre, to Paris, London and Bruges. Dreams of being a painters’ muse obsess classmates who study art in Paris, come back wild and worldly, loving Gauloises and red wine. With the slide library for comfort I whiled hours learning artists’ styles brush strokes, subjects, light. Fifty years on, a gift of such abundance seems rare, yet here I am in the Met with my old friend, Delacroix. Near tears I view his restored The Agony in the Garden, luminous white skin, invisible brush strokes, lustrous light from above. Perfection. Betsy Holleman Burke Betsy Holleman Burke is a poet and floral designer living in the Washington, DC area. Her poetry has appeared in Front Porch Review, Searching for Hummingbirds (a collection of her work) and the Surrey Street Poetry Anthology, 2018.
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