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If I were a young writer searching for my voice would you listen and comment on my veracity in tone and text?
I could be standing on the stone in the river watching the river move slowly on. I could watch and tell you of the upstream... the otters, the arching willows, trout
sleeping in dark pools. no, I could not see the rapids and the waterfall, a few miles further on.
I am downstream, looking back at the beautiful falls; the river pounding on the slippery rocks under the foaming water. I stand on a sandy beach eroding as I watch the falls.
I am old, I remember clinging to the rock above the falls. I remember how the current of time swept me down stream and the only mercy was the rock I could cling to as I listened to the crashing river.

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

SPF 1000!


Olive Trees with Yellow Sky and Sun
Saint=Remy November 1889
Minneapolis, The Minneapolis
Institute Of Arts



The writhing struggle to emerge into the bright light of Southern France, is symbolic of Vincent’s attempts to grow past the alcoholism that has tortured him, with unhappiness and seizures. The orchard with gnarled olive trees, is like the hospital, where he lived when this was painted. The burning intense sunlight casts  transparent slim, orchid shadows on the tumultuous earth, like the fading evidence of madness. It is not easy or comfortable but the growth of the trees is visible. The cool pale distant mountain echoes the roiling rhythms of the orchard. Vincent was coming to grips with the knowledge, that he could pass beyond the confines of the earth he was planted in. The sun is so powerful a force in this painting, it seems to represent his faith in God; which had wavered during his darkest hours. He feels life stirring, perhaps for the first time in his life, which up to this point had been one depression and disappointment after the next.

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