I was at the National Gallery waiting for somebody.  And I’m looking at a pointing of a beach scene at Deauville.  The women had long dresses and parasols.  I’ve always loved those paintings.  And I was standing there waiting and all of the sudden something just came over me.  The words in my head were, ‘I understand what art is.’  It was so physically intense, I almost fell on the floor.  I guess in the past it would be called a religious experience.  You just feel awash in something wonderful.

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