WILLIAMSTOWN — Pleasure, drama, sturdiness, light. These are the qualities (along with a potentially endless list of free associations, starting with childhood, weather, war, danger, and death) that spring to mind when contemplating the work of Winslow Homer.
The opportunity to do just that comes around with dependable regularity in these parts. So it’s just as well that yet another quality — inexhaustibility — is equally present. Who gets sick of looking at Homer? No one I know.