The accurate eye: Mary Cassatt in old age

I take a great interest in keeping all going. - Mary Cassatt

Garnet precisely. Not scarlet, ruby, maroon or any other approximate shade. Glistening over petals, sliver-slim wings of bees held bodies that sailed despite unlikely odds, just as a woman soared over the country of darkness to find light in passionate nuances. At Beaufresne, extraordinary roses. We imagine saffron, imperious ivory, regal peach. And garnet. Precisely.

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