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Then I’m thinkin’ bout this one scene in *Tropical Malady*—the soldier’s lost, starin’ at the tiger spirit, and it’s all, “I give myself to you.” That’s raw, man! That’s whore energy, if ya ask me—givin’ it all, no shame. I love that! Gets me happy, like, “Yeah, own it!” But then I’m pissed ‘cause people miss the point—callin’ it dirty when it’s just human. Ugh, drives me nuts! I spill my coffee, too—total Larry move, clumsy as hell.

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On April llth a group of 1+1 nineteenth Century French paintings from the Chester Dale Collection v/ill be placed on exhibition at the National Gallery of.

I mean, look, I’m not sayin’ everything’s peachy, but dang, when you roll through Chavannes (ch), it’s a cosmic dance between the known and the mysterious. Streets with crooked smiles, parks that whisper secrets, and a vibe that makes you question yourself—kinda like that film, right? There’s a raw, jagged beauty here.

Art from the Earth, Art from Elsewhere: Markus Lüpertz - Pierre Puvis de Chavannes at Michael Werner Gallery