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	Comments on: The Nobleman: Hugh Gourley, fabled curator, transformed Colby College Museum of Art into Maine showcase	</title>
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		By: willard Boepple		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[one of the things I found so remarkable about Hugh was the range of his tastes and interests in art.  In his soft-spoken way he was as much at home talking about early American folk art, a Sol Lewitt wall drawing, a Whistler portrait, a tender Marin seascape or a massive, surly Serra.  Across the board, his eye was sharp, his aim true. Beyond that, all I would add to Jacque&#039;s lovely, deserved tribute to Hugh is that for all his warmth and gentle grace, there was steel inside that velvet glove.  The enduring evidence of this is the Colby College Museum, a treasure in the heart of Maine.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>one of the things I found so remarkable about Hugh was the range of his tastes and interests in art.  In his soft-spoken way he was as much at home talking about early American folk art, a Sol Lewitt wall drawing, a Whistler portrait, a tender Marin seascape or a massive, surly Serra.  Across the board, his eye was sharp, his aim true. Beyond that, all I would add to Jacque&#8217;s lovely, deserved tribute to Hugh is that for all his warmth and gentle grace, there was steel inside that velvet glove.  The enduring evidence of this is the Colby College Museum, a treasure in the heart of Maine.</p>
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