Some of the students' offerings were hasty sketches. A few of the pieces presented were formulaic; even worse, sentimental. But four artists found poetry in the suggestion, the tease, the pale outline held up to the light that could only be filled in by someone with nothing to lose. Of all the measures taken to assign significance to mindless repetition, the exercises that examined tone and tempo held all the promise of a generation.
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