Last night I dreamed that I opened a museum entirely devoted to landscape paintings of bean farms. There were many such paintings, all coming from secret, tormented periods in the artists' lives. The press and public were most interested in a series by Hans Holbein the Younger, about ten paintings in some sort of symbolic sequence. There was another series, though, more violently executed, that I liked, though I think I had a hard time convincing visitors to the museum to look at them, and then I couldn't find them.
Now I have the Ray Wylie Hubbard song "Snake Farm" on my mind, but about a bean farm ("Bean Farm... it's a legume house!").
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