Reading Lance Esplund's Review of Bonnard's Show at the Met, Is Better than a Hot Rock Massage.
/Color and form dominate my mind, moreso than the written word. Like explosive triggers, these visual mediums ignite my brain with sensual desire, sometimes leaving me disoriented or making up stories about what is actually in front of me.
View slide showSeeing the Pierre Bonnard’s “Basket of Fruit: Oranges and Persimmons”, pure, unadulterated pleasure swept through my consciousness, as if I had consumed a fabulous meal in a permier New York restaurant.