Marc Chagall's village dreamscapes don't always work for me, but when they do they leave a powerful impression.
If I close my eyes and try to imagine a Chagall work, what I see is the faces of animals. For me the innocent appeal of his scenes is not so much in the flying people or the fiddlers on roofs, but in the eyes of his barnyard friends.
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