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I cannot remember a time when my mind was not filled with images. . . the quality of light in a room, the shape of an object, the color of the linoleum floor. . . all have remained. My memory dictates place and color and light. There is no way to change the facts: what was blue, must be blue, and what was pink, is still pink. Abstraction derives from what is true. The layering of dry painted paper allows me to extract and expose images. The collage finds its own border and is seldom predetermined. |
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