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‘Would you run thatpast me again? ‘
Yesterday…
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A ‘School of..’ painting, it’s sometimes on display,
its subject, it’s subject to circumstancesbeyond its own control. But this is no pupil’s homageto the master; quite the contrary. He’s telling ussomething very clearly – but, he’s just not telling us exactlywhat he’s telling us – as might a living artist tellfor a curator’s fussy footnote; all the ‘program’;it’s art, you have to look…So…
In the very earliest time,
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I asked My Beloved
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