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...even rumored to have had--a sexual relationship in his whole life; nor did he ever do a painting of a nude. His sensuality was wholly visual and confined to the surface of things--the confused glitter of light on a Venetian canal, the rumplings of fabric, the porcelain skin of an upper-class face. The sexiest picture in this show is Two Girls in White Dresses, circa 1909-11. (It is actually one girl, his niece, painted twice, lying on an Alpine hillside.) Except for the faces, not an inch of skin is visible. They are completely swaddled...
...discover our destination, a six-story red brick building with no visible address, appeared completely devoid of life. A note scribbled on the door instructed us that the films could be found in the rear of the building. As we tiptoed over broken shingles and eyed an obtrusive porcelain toilet next to a dumpster, a female voice said, "The Revolving Museum is over here...
While customers ponder the extensive menu, which is five jam-packed pages long and appropriates the entire lower third of the front window, the waitstaff serves them tea from an ornate porcelain pitcher...
...Washington's false teeth. (No, not wood but porcelain). Step into his military field tent. (Pretty comfy.) Read two of his billets-doux to his beloved Martha. (He's no Robert James Waller.) The objects are all featured in a charming exhibition of artifacts that have never before left Washington's Mount Vernon residence and that go a long way toward humanizing the dour and frosty image of our Founding Father. The show, in honor of the bicentennial of Washington's death, will make its way around the country for all of 1999. What the collection also reveals is that...
...leaves are down and wet enough to muffle bootsteps. Color gone from everything, except from larches and pines and, if it counts as color, the chipped-porcelain white of birches, ghosty in November dusk. It is just cold enough and bleak enough to call up a tribal recollection: an imminence of winter death in the air and desperation for warm meat to survive--the Neolithic memory that makes hunting poignant...