No more jingling bells, our once-donned gay apparel back in the closet and Grandma now in traction — that reckless reindeer freed by a Soros-backed prosecutor. For the last few weeks, I’ve harked as the herald angels sang and wrote more in the spirit of Mr. Fezziwig than Mr. Grinch. No point during the Christmas season to be cynical, trenchant, and wry. Here cometh for all ye faithful my fair and balanced assessment of 2021’s best exhibitions.
First, a skunk or two interrupted Mommy as she kissed Santa Claus. I got to the Yale University Art Gallery in the nick of time to see On the Basis of Art: 150 Years of Women at Yale, the timely and beautifully presented exhibition on women holding degrees in fine arts from Yale. I’ll write more about the exhibition later but have to say I was astonished to read after my visit that Yale, once again, closed its art galleries to the public.






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