It doesn't get more starkly geometrical than this: the East wing of the National Gallery. It was closed for renovations, so the outside was all I saw.
Below is a closeup of the textures on the Henry Moore bronze outside, full of odd color in the evening light.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Saturday, January 25, 2014
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