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“After traveling to a sculpture by EJ Hill in New Orleans East, I saw a Catholic priest bless the sword of Joan of Arc at the entrance of Saint Louis Cathedral during a parade that marks the birthday of the Maid of Orléans and Twelfth Night, the first day of Carnival season. After a multi-media installation by Nari Ward in the Treme, I ate falafel in St. Louis Cemetery #3 with a Fellow at the Joan Mitchell Center who is making ambitious work about the mutable nature of time, a sort of Borgesian choose-your-own-adventure brought to life. After viewing a selection of intimate black and white portraits by George Dureau, I drank a Bloody Mary and browsed crystals at a lapidary.”
