But while the is full of sex scenes and Viagara jokes, don’t be fooled: it’s funny and enjoyable but deals with difficult and provocative themes.
My mom, who is getting a bit forgetful, told me that if she forgot the title and went to see it again I have her permission to put her in a home.
I love the Williams College Museum of Art. Yesterday, Sara and I drove over from Albany–and found one wonderful surprise after another.
At first, I was put off by Booker’s big black rubber sculptures–but once I understood more about them, was mesmerized by the beauty of their patterns, and the messages they convey.
Each photo was snapped at a moment of seeming profound interpersonal understanding, of relationship, of trust between photographer and subject. Those those moments are shared with/experienced by the viewer.