"...There was no detail. Night came and even the sharp edged contours melted. A million lights perforated the huge masses - switching, flickering - a light modulation dissolving solid form...I got drunk - from seeing."
Moholy-Nagy, 1969
Friday, October 26, 2007
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Eleanor--I hereby encourage you--to be Eleanor--which is easy to say, but maybe it's also easy to do? Show us the valid forks in the road (oyyy, terribly mixed metaphor.)
Guston made a whole decade of really painful paintings ('51-'61 or so)--out of which emerged, finally, the late work...
I know it's partly ego (force of personality) and am glad you don't rely on this...
...so again, lets go back to...encouragement (maybe meant quite literally)...
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