So much beauty held to gether with such a thin line. Art is my immanence. What would Wittgenstein say? It's taken me so long to get here--back to where I began. Small lights edge this randomly. My son now 18 is a toddler in a silky nightie--he's always had strong aesthetic sensibilities. His teacher's collage titled "In the Art Room" has always make me happy with it's depiction of all kinds of people (and their reflections and portraits) making art. Buddha meditates in the corner with a peace crane his his lap. Some things are hard even to paint.
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