9645. REGINALD MARSH AND LINES

REGINALD MARSH AND LINES

There an ever-ending moment somewhere

that never ends  -  I think that's how we

define time. It runs on and just keeps

going as we jump on and off. (You can

go to college, I think, for this stuff;

 just take a physics course).

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Art itself tries something different; to

bridge that same conceptual gap, it walks

its way silently through the obstacle before

it, calls it whatever it wants, and goes on.

That the glimpse of recognition we get

when we see something profound.

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Some people paint propaganda; some color

their own social fabric. Some do it just for

the cocktail parties, banter and sex. Others

use color instead  -  leaving the fine-line

stuff off, they throw and heave and seethe.

Others use the grotesque or the erotic. There

are, most certainly, all different forms of art.

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(You can do your Norman Rockwell.

You can do your Reginald Marsh.

All the rest is up to you, so whatever

you do, do it well, not harsh).