“It’s a question of legacy. Who else will do this work but us? The men who rarely include them in retrospectives? The visitors who take a quick glance at small placards and move on to those paintings selected to correspond… — Stephanie Dupal Copy Share
“Her boy—this child she raised on her own, in whom she placed her purest faith, to whom she read on countless evenings books he loved, which she found dull, for whom she baked special birthday cakes in the shapes of… — Stephanie Dupal Copy Share Image
“It’s a question of legacy. Who else will do this work but us? The men who rarely include them in retrospectives? The visitors who take a quick glance at small placards and move on to those paintings selected to correspond with an odious audio track, which explains to them why they are there, staring at beauty like befuddled children? We… — Stephanie Dupal Copy Share
“We will give the rest of them names--Turkey Feathers, Lonesome Pine, Old Sagebrush Mustache--western names as hardy as desert bones, blanched crisp as the napkins and paper placemats on which I'll take notes. You'll tug your ear or scratch your nose, which we understand as signals. The diner patrons won't notice. They never do. And we'll go on speaking to… — Stephanie Dupal Copy Share
“Her boy—this child she raised on her own, in whom she placed her purest faith, to whom she read on countless evenings books he… — Stephanie Dupal Copy Share Image
