At 68, Abbott Fuller Graves packed up and headed to New Orleans. Not for retirement. Not to escape winter. He was a Maine guy. He knew cold. This was a work trip.
There was something happening in New Orleans in January that he couldn't manufacture anywhere else. The humidity down there doesn't just sit in the air, it does something to light. Wraps around it. Blurs the edges. Turns hard surfaces soft.
Impressionism already on the wall before you even pick up a brush.
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