I thought I wrote something about this art dealer but now I don't see it. Maybe I wasn't supposed to wrire about himm...
Theat's looks good... I'm gonna quit correctin for awhile be cause what's it matter really? It would be my contention any way that you wanna see through the text to the thought anyway
i'm sorta guessin we have finished the chapter on mrs. Montoys and be moving into a new Chapter called:
the Battle of Cadiz
this si all i realize very unsatisfactory...
i sent this very early dog dripping to Austin.. i gotta picture... I'll get Beth to put it up... it was from before i had contextualised the dog dripping paintings into the life of esteban... a red dog with a tennis ball on a black and white bacground with some words:
it's all good
it's all sommmm
it's all fucked up.
(something like that...)
i sent down to this little girl i saw disappear one autumn afternoon an she so slackly beautiful sayin : " it's all good."
maybe. sorta.
i have found painting to be a process not unallied to fortune telling
they made tarot cards up. not very long ago.
you don't think made up things go supernatural?
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