Two of them hold me in thrall: 1) whatever story’s being told within the fixed image of the still; and 2) whatever stories experts know about the making of these works, together with their undoing over time, and their restoring in the present. At these moments, a) I long for a tour guide; or, b) I fantasize about a traveling University, where one’s education occurs on the ground, at the scene of the action instead of on the board at the scene of a crime.
Post to follow techno travails: “A Window into the Fresco,” by yours truly.