29 October 2008. Nice morning fog, yellow street lamp light sometime before dawn, meandering through camphor branches. Satyr and nymph, in overcoats, no doubt--or at the very least, heavy bathrobes. Too chilly for the open fields. As with Matisse, Flanders, and the smell of beets on cobbled streets--industrial crop, gathered and mashed, dark wooden wagons with high sides, lumbering...
An early still life with muscular paint--urgent plunge and spread, brushed on with adamant touch. Escape route of the senses--a re-invention, in the face of kermess fairs and gray--heavy ladles, bowls of beer, the worn faces, wily and persevering...
Instead: calme et volupté...
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