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Monthly Archives: July 2009
There is no accident…
…. just as there is no beginning and no end.
The painting has a life of its own; I try to let it live. — Jackson Pollock
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Henri Edmond Cross, Afternoon at Pardigon, 1907
The trees almost read like words.
Posted in Art, Henri Edmond Cross
Whirlwind
Kudos to Edvard Munch for putting this moment in my life so well.

Edvard Munch, Weeping Nude, 1913
I’m probably just tired. It’s been a long 36 hours.
Decisions, decisions, work, decisions.
T’is a Happy Day
Mazal Tov to dear friends.
Blessings as their lives continue to unfold.
Posted in Moments