It is another weekend of the bitter German winter. For the past two weeks, she has only been at work, in her house, and on the roads inbetween. She has rarely seen the the sun, given that she is indoors during most of the ten hours between sunrise and sunset. With a bag of apples, her DSLR, and a bottle of water in hand, she drives south to Zurich, Switzerland. Driving on the autobahn is therapeutic for her.
She arrives at the Kunsthaus, a modern art museum. She finds Lichtenstein's dotted paintings, Warhol's soup cans, Picasso's curvy lady, and Mondrian's canvas of lines and primary colors. The blue eeriness of The Wedding Candles by Marc Chagall especially draws her in. This reminds her that the stained glass windows of Fraumünster are by Chagall as well. Everything seems to be at her fingertips.
It is another weekend of the bitter German winter. For the past two weeks, she has only been at work, in her house, and on the roads inbetween. She has rarely seen the the sun, given that she is indoors during most of the ten hours between sunrise and sunset. With a bag of apples, her DSLR, and a bottle of water in hand, she drives south to Zurich, Switzerland. Driving on the autobahn is therapeutic for her.
She arrives at the Kunsthaus, a modern art museum. She finds Lichtenstein's dotted paintings, Warhol's soup cans, Picasso's curvy lady, and Mondrian's canvas of lines and primary colors. The blue eeriness of The Wedding Candles by Marc Chagall especially draws her in. This reminds her that the stained glass windows of Fraumünster are by Chagall as well. Everything seems to be at her fingertips.
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