My daughter and I hung round the National Gallery yesterday afternoon. Afterwards, we decided to walk up 6th street and mosey over to the Museum of American Art. I haven’t been in that museum in probably twenty years. Yesterday’s experience looking at some 19th century paintings was almost like seeing the works for the first time. I must have seen this painting by Frederick Childe Hassam before, but I have no recollection of it.
I was utterly bowled over. I think that Bonnard had prepared me to see this during the twenty years interim and suddenly I adored it. What an amazing collection. We have to go back early and often. And I have a lot of rethinking to do about painting.