Jimmy Carter Would Understand

I’m ashamed to admit two things: First, I hadn’t been to the DMA (aside from a luncheon or two, or a gala benefit or two) in at least 10 years. On Saturday afternoon when the weather was grand, I wandered around the sculpture garden and then mostly inside the galleries where the modern art was. It was all pretty much the same, except the Stake Hitch was gone. We still have two Pollacks, a Franz Klein, and a Motherwell or two, among the smattering.

Now, for the second thing I’m ashamed of: I lusted in my heart for one of the paintings by Mexican surrealist Leonora Carrington, whose work is on display inside the Rachofsky gallery. I thought about what I would do, and how far I might go, to steal it. I’d never before seen or heard of her work, and I hesitate to even attempt to show it here for you. The brushwork and the quality of the painting is so heartbreakingly beautiful that it gets lost in translation. The subject matter is so wonderfully unexpected. The painting I wanted to rip off the wall and run with depicted nuns. I couldn’t find it on the Internet to show you, so you’ll need to go see it yourself. Honestly, it’s one of the most quietly exciting shows I’ve experienced in Dallas. It closes in 5 days.

[Leonora Carrington]