The reminder of repetition and constancy through time in what the viewer sees in the world. Because of artists before us, we see with eyes informed by the past. Delvaux sticks with me though I can’t say why. Looking at the moon rise among the trees the other night, I didn’t see Blakelock (my usual association here) but Paul Delvaux. I expected to see pale nudes and gentlemen in bowler hats.
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