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I found my companions for an early Sunday morning in the countless frames that lined the empty galleries of the Legion of the Honor. One wall was devoid, however, of soft Impressionists, gaudy gold frames, or Renaissance scenes. It was simply a grey wall with a piece of paper hastily taped off center: installation in progress.

And that, I feel, captures life better than any painting in the museum. For what are we, our lives, our goals, our hopes and dreams, but installations in progress?