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Summer of Love

  As if I were totally innocent of the question, and the conundrum fresh and unexamined, I asked myself while brushing my teeth this morning: artist: what’s the right thing to do? As if I had not been studying what … Continue reading

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Post-Modern Hearth

What does warm and dry look like? This week when I was battling the epic downpour in Boston, I kept thinking about warm and dry. ¬†Sheets of rain were flying at a diagonal, lines of umbrellas being pushed against bus … Continue reading

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