Juan Gris Man in the Cafe painting

Juan Gris Man in the Cafe paintingJuan Gris Breakfast paintingGeorge Bellows Stag at Sharkey's painting
SNOW FELL ON THE CITY OF ANGELS. Unprecedented, the shepherd wind drove white flocks out of the dark meadows above the have to rise, go along the hall to his parents’ room. Dad would know what to do about the missing roof.First, however, Ethan wanted to enjoy this spectacle: Above him, the snowfall hung an infinite crystal chandelier, its beautiful swags of cut beads and beveled pendants in perpetual glittering movement.His eyelashes were frosted.Flakes delivered cold kisses to his face, melted on his cheeks.When his vision fully focused, he discovered that in truth the December night was full of raindrops, to which his troubled eyes had imparted crystalline structures and mysterious hieroglyphic forms.Once soft, his bed had been spellcast into blacktop.world, gently harried them between ficus trees and palms, along avenues that had never known a snowy Christmas.Dazzled, Ethan gazed up into the fleecy night.Abed in his room, he realized that the roof must have been lifted off the house by a prying wind. Snowdrifts would bury the furniture, ruin the carpet.Soon he would