art

For Mr. Lopatin, associations of timbre with history and memory are the essence of his art.

Whenever I forget to take the chicken out of the freezer, she lectures me—and then proceeds to prosecute me for forgetting to turn in my language arts essay.

He visited every bookshop that carried melancholy German poetry in translation, and every art gallery that showed sentimental watercolors of mountain lakes and alpine meadows.

A work of art reveals more than it intends.

“Which would mean that you had some art supplies at hand, I suppose?”