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Barry Nemett on Pat Steir’s Dysrhythmic Downpours
Then there’s that lone, feathered creature from a soggy flock — a hood ornament of a jittery bird facing jittery geometry.
Barry Nemett on a Random Trinity
A trio of disparate inspirations that helped me wait out the quarantine as I sheltered in place.
Barry Nemett on Robert Rauschenberg
All looked pleasant enough near the foot but, like a dramatic plot twist, everything closer to the bed’s head looked war-torn, tortured.