Sometimes I think that there's a fine line between impressionistic and messy.
9/11 occurs, and you're going to rebuild, and after awhile, the memory will be there, but there will be something new there, and different, and functioning, and electric.
I no longer worry whether a painting is about something or not. I am only concerned with the expectation, from a flat surface, of an illusion.
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