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I have written about this practice of mine, that of sketching my way through a museum. Here and here. And I wrote two years ago about my first thrilling visit to the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC.
I could have lost myself in this museum and spent the night and all the next week. Sadly, it was closing time and I was pulled away into the outdoor hot sun and crowds of real people.
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