Before I go on to Sargent, let me just take a couple of words to observe that I know Americans who will visit every museum they encounter in Europe, dutifully, but who spend no time in the greatest warehouse of civilizational art and artifacts in the world, right in NYC. The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Well, it is always full of people so there's that.

Readers know that my rule for museums is to go to see a specific, limited set of things, a 1 hr and 15 min time limit, and walk in the halls to your item destination with blinders on so as not to get distracted by other interesting things. It's too easy to get overstimulated and a case of the deadly museum-brain.

Mrs. BD and I zoomed in Sunday afternoon to catch the Sargent show. No rush to see - it's there until September. (Yes, we always use the earphone thingies)

Sargent had lots of friends, and painted them. Most interesting to me was that, as soon as he became rich enough from his society portraits, he turned to what he loved most which was Impressionist landscape, sometimes with people but with no facial features at all. Died 1925.

A few of my pics of Sargent's pics below the fold -