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On Paint-pot Flinging


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Brown and Gold, J.A.M.Whistler His paint-pot, its crude oil flung on golden skin (that topped the dark garb of elegance fronting mid-brown grounds). So, once, said Ruskin. He had a big mahogany tab…

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