I swung open the glass gallery door, and the smell of paint hit me before my eyes even focused on the canvases. Inside was an exhibit of the work of Sean Scully. So. Much. Paint. The pieces consisted of thick, bold lines–mostly horizontal–painted on oil and acrylic on large canvases, aluminum, and wood. Scully is fond of earth tones of browns, greens, brick, and blue, resembling land, sky, and sea. Today, as I queue up Scully’s Landline Far Blue Lake …
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Alley Cat * Creative Nonfiction * Michele Rappoport
The smell of fresh paint always takes me back to my first apartment in Washington, D.C., a three-room efficiency in a squat brick building that hissed like a radiator after a summer rainstorm. Somehow, I’d convinced my parents that living off campus would be cheaper my junior year. Maybe it was. But it was my yearning for a solo shot, a chance to prove my growing independence from them in a way I didn’t feel was possible living in the …
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