Confidence exudes from Weems' photographs with almost a polite quality, planting one foot in the male-dominated art world and the other in the role of a socio-racial historian.
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I'm here not to gawk at Hotel Lucia's art, though I certainly did, but for the rare opportunity to take in a Mark Rothko retrospective at the Portland Art Museum.
When you get into town, roll down the windows. It will smell like salt and fried clams and you'll hear seagulls shrieking, which is practically worth the cost of the plane ticket.
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