I am a writer and a member of the Walker; I visit the galleries at least once a week. I remember that my aunt used to visit the Walker frequently, and her husband, Floyd E. Brewer, exhibited here in the 1950s. His work is still in the collection.
To mark this perfect fall day, I’d like to give you a stanza from my poem “Beautiful Minnesota,” written for two sisters in Scandinavia, cousins of my mother, in 1985:
“To paint crisp love on summer’s leaves
Is all I know of Autumn
Now comes she scorching blizzard bare
Pink upon a ghost in winter”