MondayMar 23, 2026
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I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.
It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.
Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.
I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at, not copy it.
Where I was born and where and how l have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should of interest.
I find that I have painted my life things happening in my life without knowing.
Still - in a way - nobody sees a flower - really - it is so small - we haven't the time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
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