My handwriting devolves quickly in tense moments—an unfortunate nervous tick for one who is always jotting down things that must not be forgotten. Much of what I record is Mr. Van Meter screaming (and occasionally bleating) an order to change or leave or turn upside down one thing or another in the gallery. Some days, my hurried cursive resembles an acc…
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