Yesterday I was striving to describe some of the infinitely variable moods of Lake Michigan, and tonight Mr. Modern Kicks goes and provides a one-click ticket to an unbelievably perfect–and perfectly beautiful–illustration of what I was babbling on about with these suddenly crude-seeming materials, words: Cynthia King’s far more eloquent oil pastels of the very lake, in several of its moods. I haven’t decided yet whether seeing her lovely pictures adds steam to the prospective Lake Diary project or just makes it seem terribly unnecessary.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
