Mary Cassett

Mary Cassett's The Letter. This is a first run etching, drypoint, and it is near perfect. The tenderness with which the woman touches her lips to the envelope, the slight hesitation and distant anxiety in her down-turned eyes. It is at the Met in the prints and drawing corridor, and alone it is worth a bus ticket to NY, a somewhat chintzy donation, and the disfavor of those whose view you will be blocking by staring at it for hours. Also, in colour.