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  Joan Mitchell evoked landscape environments in many of her paintings, usually by conjuring physical sensations such as light, sound, and movement. In  Hemlock , the variations of short and long brushstrokes as well as the alteration between flashes of blue or green paint and larger areas of milky white create a sense of rhythm and movement. The white paint appears both behind and on top of the other colors, which blurs the definition of foreground and background—a stylistic hallmark of Mitchell’s work throughout her career. Although the horizontal green slashes in  Hemlock  might bring to mind a hemlock tree, Mitchell titled the work after it was completed. The title derives from a passage in a 1916 Wallace Stevens poem,  Domination of Black , which contains several references to hemlock, including: “Out of the window, / I saw how the planets gathered / Like the leaves themselves / Turning in the wind. / I saw how the night came, / Came striding like the color...

ah sweet mystery of life

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one day ... an early run, looks at folks, nutrition, a book maybe, music say, a sweetness or 2. so eazeey pezzey.  next day ... a fleshy, bloody cement slab that rivals a weakling rabbi who's gotta do a wedding right after losing a not close at all call shank  fight.                                        why?
  I go to Home Depot and eyeball cheap, ugly rugs and then walk to Madison Park to Shake Shack. I order and wipe raindrops off a chair. This big, young, friendly looking lug of a guy at the next table over says … this one here is dry. Take it. I think for a few seconds - I’m not sure if he meanstake the chair back to my table or - if he means I should join him - so I sit at his table. He’s Bill - something close to that but fancier, Billem maybe - from Germany- call me Bill. He’s Bosnian and 27 and has a lovely accent and writes short stories and teaches wrestling to very young kids after leaving a job in publishing. He looks like a big good ole Southern bearded bad boy but speaks very intelligently about his trip and home and work. He lives with his troubled mother in a forest outside of Stuttgart and is here until Sunday and then he’s off to Texas. We eat burgers and fries and he talks about Hemingway. I tell him I am on my way to Rizzollis bookstore and invite him to join me....

How great is that

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David Sedaris was on my favorite podcast Fashion Neurosis with Bella Freud. He said last night at his reading a man gave him a taxidermied baby chick his little sister was gonna throw out because it was her first try at it and she didn't think it was any good. He (David) gave it to another kid at the event, a seventeen year old boy - and told him to give it to his younger sister for Christmas.  Bella thinks aiming for comfort in fashion is the beginning of the end . It makes me think of a certain someone close to me who personifies that belief.   his (Davids) nyc home is full of expensive paintings and bad furniture & design choices - like ceramic owls and too small wildly expensive, famous art on big walls. surprising wow is all ... 

Age

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  I just met my new doctor. He doesn't look old enough to be one. He's been one for a year. I like him a lot. He's very personable and has big teeth and a great smile. He didn't know that women couldn't own credit cards in the 70s.  I went on an app just now ... how old do I look. you just download a recent pic. I'm feeling good. Told me that I look 14 years younger than I am. Yay.

Behold

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  His sister is touched  By our rememberings  She met him the day after his birth & then had no memory of him for years & years She entered the Junior High classroom  the kids are circled round her brother  doing something,  they want to see I would give a lot gladly to know what it was,  that held all of them there in that room that day Am wrapped in memory this soft & windy morning  Listening to Bobby D Who has - I checked last night - over 2,000 books Written about his life and times that go on still he still shares his magic  that's still afoot  & still in time  still becomes ours
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  Two workers in the bookstore the other day.  And how my library honored our doll. Did you hear about Dolly? Yeah.  Yeah.  We still have Willy.