Arnold Blanch was a very contemplative-looking lad. Born in 1896 and living until 1968, he certainly had a lot to think about: two world wars, a great depression, the Korean War, a good chunk (was there a good chunk?) of the Vietnam War, and more. He missed out on Watergate and the moon landing, but there was enough heavy in his life without those things, I think.

Another digression post — sorry! We have elected a grown-up to the White House, so I’m a bit distracted. This does not change the fact that a lot of people wanted to keep a…well…the incumbent. Those people shouldn’t be forgotten no matter what the rest of us believe. I still remember how it felt like the end of the world four years ago. Nearly half of voting Americans (the other half) are feeling that way today. Be kind to them. Wouldn’t it be dreamy to have a leader who made ALL voters feel acknowledged and cared about?

Back to Blanch… I don’t have a lot to say about him. Wikipedia (remember to take that for what it is– each article is only as good as its editors) shows a list of some of his major shows, The Met owns at least two of his works, and the Whitney owns several. His work does seem to span genres — his portfolio holds something for everyone.