Monday, November 18, 2024

What is the confluence of color and texture

trying to tell me.  Why am I not listening?  What story wishes to unfold?   
 

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  1. Susan E. GangelNovember 21, 2024 at 9:37 AM

    The exhausting twists things take--the awful wandering around of the bored. Picture in the distance a long and graceful wind bequest your solemn hills.

    from cut flowers, 1981

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