In preparations for another round of painting, I stopped by the Metropolitan Museum of Art last week to check in on some friends. Blissfully absorbing their beauty, you cannot help but be transported back in time, back to the studio, to the place, where and when the artist was applying that stroke of paint on that surface. Very few things in life touch me as deep as does art worked by the human hand. As you know, I have not been much of words lately with thin posts here on MuddyColors. Rather I will let the pictures say it all, for that is all we have left.