From Massachusetts-When I was a kid my parents often dragged me and my brother to museums. It wasn’t just that they were trying to ram some culture down our throats, they were genuinely inspired by art and wanted to share that passion with their children. Much of which was lost on the two of us, who whined and complained our way through centuries of magnificent works of art until we reached the great pinnacle of the museum experience: the gift shop.
But I remember being fascinated with one particular style of painting known as pointillism. That’s the medium in which small distinct dots are placed in patterns that make up images. When you stand up close all you see is a bunch of dots. But as you back up, the figures and background begin to emerge. At a certain distance you can no longer even tell that there are any dots at all. They blend together to form what looks like a typical painting.
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