Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
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I sit before a large painting I am ready to trash to fret about my feelings towards it. Soon I am slapping paint all over the canvas. ___ ... -
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
I feel the same way about trees. It's great that your daughter's getting into photography, and already producing such a variety of good shots. Nice neighborhood, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Richard. She does have an eye for composition that I am happy to see her using. Oh, I love this neighbourhood! It's close enough to downtown, but a residential enclave of beautiful houses and trees. xo
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