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)…
Art sucks.
That’s why they keep it under cover and out of sight even at the Smithsonian.
Thanks for your clarification. I like to make out the print Marcy