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March 2, 2008.
Montreal, night.
#1a, March 2008
Planning the painting—
Finding your way slowly, finding your way slowly—
How strange it would be if these were to turn out to be
your last things.
On the painting—
And from now to whenever, you will need all
the sunsets you have left.
Go somewhere you can see a tree in the far middle distance… watch the
sunset through it and remember the great sunsets you ever saw—what
next?
Sure, it’s all finally sand, but
even sand is better than nothing.
It’s already over, but the sun is bright yet below the
horizon—calling, calling… feeling feeling…
give it a little… to. keep…
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#2, March 2008
On the painting—
…the emblems of the way of the soul—
Sure, it’s only yours, but to care for you is to care for me and to
care for me is to care … for all the life I have
We must make art
each day only to prove why the story of a soul shows why we at all may
choose to have a soul
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