Still Raining

Still Raining

“The rains come, the weeds take over. I no longer have the energy to fight them. So I retreat into watercolor…”

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There was Purple

There was Purple

“Memory is not good enough to sketch it. Matisse could do it… There was a lot of purple, especially in the afternoon, and always shadows. Doorways with beads. Eyes above veils. Goats. Stone Stairways. Occasional chanting…”
– Casbali, Algiers, 1943

Dream Limbo

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“Fooling around in the Columbia Encyclopedia.
On Job: ‘Why do the just suffer and the wicked flourish?'”

“Hate,” said Graham Greene, “is the failure of imagination.”

Split Personality

“In the philosophic writings I have fooled around in, the question often arises: Who Am I? Strangely, I never asked myself that. I was me. But the who? was never asked. The philosophical who—there with the image, the imaginings. One needs a god here someplace.

Road to … Elsewhere

“The idea was to suggest (that word again) a road. Perhaps in autumn. Not much of a road…It ends abruptly, turning to stone. Ink… a touch of graphite. Specks of watercolor that would be better on WC paper.”Image