This is mud season in Maine, where not only ice and snow but earth itself seems to melt beneath one’s feet into an alien, unstable support that is neither land nor sea but something akin to the planet’s primeval ooze. It’s a season that only painters of a certain sensibility-Albert Pinkham Ryder, perhaps, or Ralph Read More
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