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Cindy Revell |
There can be much ado about a field. As poet James Hearst says in Truth, "How the devil do I know if there are rocks in your field? Plow it and find out."
It seems to me that when you leave a place—especially that first place—you carry it with you: the sky, the soil, its rocks (turned and unturned), the light, the heavy, the love, and the pain.
It seems to me that art carries all this too, that interiority, acting as a kind of proxy for the told and untold stories, and ultimately a means to plow a field in one's heart.
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I agree. Nice painting!
I agree. No matter how long we have lived in Canada, and it is longer than I ever lived in the UK, there are certain things about the UK, the green fields, the hedge's, the narrow roads, I yearn for; until I get there and hate how narrow the roads are...LOL
I love that painting and thank you for introducing me to this artist.
The art took you back and inspired you in the present.
A lovely and meaningful painting! Clearly it will bring you joy.
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