Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel. — Robert Hughes
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel. — Robert Hughes
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel. — Robert Hughes
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel. — Robert Hughes
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel. — Robert Hughes
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Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.

— Robert Hughes
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