Monthly Archives: August 2016

I Was Never A “Museum Person”

I sit here in front of a portrait Sarah Siddons. My summer sweat sticks to the lavish leather on the most indulgent chair I’ve ever sat in. Above me, this oil on canvas hangs like a robust reminder of unrequited love. Joshua Reynolds painted it in 1784. Siddon’s face is demure, luxurious and yet pained.¬†Joshua Reynolds really had it bad …

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