That –– Not At All Bad, or N.A.A.B. –- was the highest praise that my Junior year Versification Professor at Yale would give any poem. Seriously. That was her highest compliment. I think below that was, Not Bad, Not Too Bad, Not Too Good, Not At All Good. And again, I swear I’m not making this up.
After yesterday’s adventures with stretchers and frames and deliveries and drop-offs at the airport, I swung by Cavallo this morning and was quite pleased with what I saw.
All six canvases are beautifully displayed and lit and the drawings are perfectly hung as well.
Now I just have to figure out pricing –– which is an impenetrable art –– and also re-arrange my old art binder for their iPad catalog … but honestly, doesn’t this seem Not At All bad to you:
