It's raining cats and dogs in San Francisco, so I am camping out in my pajamas and staging a bed-in against the weather. This inevitably reminds me of my childhood, on those days when we would make pancakes and play Super Mario Brothers and never leave the house until late in the afternoon. The artist Vasco Mourao also reminds me of my childhood, of late nights spent poring of David Macauly books about castles and cathedrals. The endless line drawings of complex architectural patterns is burned into my visual memory, and Mourao is taking it to previously unforeseen dimensions and complexity.
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