Alone, in the distant art gallery

“..In the streets and in society, I am almost invariably cheap and dissipated, my life is unspeakably mean... But alone in the distant art galleries, in unpretending sprout-lands of white washed pastures tracked by electronic noise, even in a bleak and, to most, cheerless day, like this, when a villager would be thinking of his inn, I come to myself, I once more feel myself grandly related, and that cold and solitude are friends of mine. I suppose that this value, in my case, is equivalent to what others get by churchgoing and prayer. I come home from my solitary gallery walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful. I have told many that I walk every day about half the daylight, but I think they do not believe it…”

A Renseiw voyeuristic art gallery glimpse of two persons, unenthused. Somehow via Montreal and Walden. Enter here, or click on the boots to see them walk…