Sunday, March 07, 2004
0 commentsI can remember the exact moment in which I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life studying art. It was Junior year, and I was visiting the Louvre while studying abroad. Delacroix's Death of Sardinopolis was before me. How could a painting reveal so much? We'd spent three weeks studying that slide.
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