View from our room at the Downstreet Hotel, North Adams.
We had a bad dinner, a good breakfast & time for a quick stop at the Mad magazine show at the Norman Rockwell Museum, thanks to a tip from my friend Diana Rickard, whose father, Jack Rickard, was a Mad artist. Rockwell was really good at what he did but it has its limitations. Not so much the corniness, because real people are never corny. but because what you see is what you get. K asked a good question: is ambiguity, layers of meanings, something that was valued by artists in other times? Probably not. But Rockwell is a bit like reading mysteries - you quickly get everything that's in them & move on.