Bare trees and the white snow piled here and there unevenly. Winter is coming to an end and the sun melts the ice. The paths to the Sardinian donkeys are impossible to walk on with city shoes.
If the rolling Hudson Valley is naturally uneven on the outside, the art inside is deliberately uneven: Arte Povera, Italian art from the 1960s onward. A visit to the Magazzino Italian Art in Cold Spring begins like this: moving past the white morning light and into the stark, bare, even brutalist construction of the museum.
