Today I’m writing mostly about the very nice visit I had last weekend to the Clark Art Institute in Williamstown in northwestern Massachusetts. First of all, though, I want to write about the terrible attack last week on a unique, fragile Degas sculpture at the National Gallery in Washington by two climate kooks. Swollen with self-righteous fury and clearly crazy, they smeared paint on the plexiglass case in which The Little Dancer, Aged Fourteen is displayed. They jostled the case and posed for photographs.
I’ve written about attention-getting assaults on art in Europe by full-mooners who glue their hands to the frames of paintings by Van Gogh, Turner, Rubens, and others, and to the base of the Laocoön, the Hellenistic sculpture. Some slather art with food that looks like blood. They think more should be done to arrest purported changes in, of all things, the climate. They think the End Is Nigh, which it might very well be, but if so, it’s not because of the weather. It’s because our rulers are asses.
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