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Paradise is the center of a peach. We can never get there. Because, of course, once you've cut it open... but oh, the journey over the coals rubbed with cinnamon oil, waiting in the translucent afternoon sun, for the mouth to arrive...

How many nights passed while they repaired their clumsy ignorance, discovering the sweet insouciance of the mandarin orange when it's out on its first date with chocolate...

Mostly I remember
the supreme
beauty
of the place,
which always registers
in me like a heartbeat

These two artists are able to give a new twist to the use of non-rational techniques in art. Try holding onto a fixed and rational idea when someone is leaning over your shoulder and painting it out with such assurance...

Paradise is the center of a peach. We can never get there. Because, of course, once you've cut it open... but oh, the journey over the coals rubbed with cinnamon oil, waiting in the translucent afternoon sun, for the mouth to arrive...

How many nights passed while they repaired their clumsy ignorance, discovering the sweet insouciance of the mandarin orange when it's out on its first date with chocolate...

Mostly I remember the supreme beauty of the place, which always registers in me like a heartbeat

These two artists are able to give a new twist to the use of non-rational techniques in art. Try holding onto a fixed and rational idea when someone is leaning over your shoulder and painting it out with such assurance...

Mostly I remember
the supreme
beauty
of the place,
which always registers
in me like a heartbeat