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The rain forest is a impious Mass whose chords have nothing to do with human music.
Standing at the easel studying the landscape, I realize that converting this visual cacophony into an “artistic composition” requires willful incomprehension. There is no subject here, only a density of detail. Dynamic lines and suggestive forms abound, but to comb [...]
Along A Long Line
Painting the landscape from the Arctic to the equator
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Two Kinds of Terror
Porous
In Quito I chose to stay at the Swissotel. Anxious about living in a place in which multiple inoculations are recommended, I chose the hotel for the antiseptic reputation of the managers, the Swiss.
The room was what I had requested, a chilled, tan asylum in which noise, germs, noxious gases, and strangers [...]
