Tree of Paradise: Jewish Mosaics from the Roman Empire

Monet's London: Artists' Reflections on the Thames, 1859-1914

I think he's a fascist, ... I think he's trying to make the rich upper Manhattan people happy. Creativity has many faces.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away