The National Museum of American Art is a bloody strange place to spend a wintry Tuesday. Guards outnumber visitors; the only way to overcome the feeling of being surrounded by bug-eyed monitors is to spend some quality time in the Lunder Conservation Center, a means of performing your own bug-eyed gawping at conservators as they work (or, in our case, as they check their E-mail and politely interrogate us about the efficacy of their enthusiastic explanatory videos)…
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