I did not like the paintings
of Mary Cassatt:
female licking an envelope flap,
two females drinking tea.
Seductive children:  the slip
sliding off a shoulder,
a mother absently fondling
or turned away.

I did not like Mary Cassatt–
this cool objectifier–
until I looked anew and saw

in painting after painting
the expressions in the eyes,
those women and children bored
and beautifully dressed,
reading or drinking cups of tea,
staring into into space,
focused so softly
on nothing at all.

This post is in honor of the amazing Ansel Adams exhibit we saw at the Shelburne Museum yesterday–which is where I also learned to love Cassatt.

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