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I took a stroll through the Art Institute to look at their posters, since as I mentioned recently, most of the stuff on the walls belongs to MelRo. I'm toying with another Rothko print or two, possibly an orange one to match the couch. For some reason it amuses me to by art that matches the furniture, but it's not the typical art-that-matches-the-couch sort of thing. Like there aren't sailboats and seagulls. It's Rothko.

Then I saw a print of this....

....and I froze. And if my brain was a computer it would have shown me a little hourglass icon and a voice saying "accessing....accessing....accessing....." I stood patiently waiting for my brain to catch up to the emotional response of the visual memory.

Nothing. Nada. No information. All I know is that I have a very strong strong memory associated with this painting, which I know involves seeing the real thing in person, but I don't know why or why or how or anything else. Like there's a drawer and I can see the label, but I can't get inside.

I think I'm going to go back and buy the print. I have no idea where I'd hang it though.