The Resonant Life |
I was once in the New Bedford Whaler's Museum (Massachusetts) and I distinctly remember the paintings in their gallery...mostly beautiful oil paintings. One painting, in particular, stood out; it was of a man sitting with his mouth open. It looked very odd. Not pretty, though it was expertly painted. I was told that people would be painted with their mouths open if they were the 'village idiot' or a little slow.
Now, my Mom was singing in the picture. Me? Well...