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29 January 2009. Pearl clouds on gray, be sunny or sad...
A Russian sailor and his girl, with watching bird. Story from Gauguin--that he carried with him to Tahiti prints of classical Indian sculpture from the Louvre--Greek as well. As an overlay to inspiration in an unfound world--an imagined wilderness of feeling, with shoulder and breast open to the air--a young woman holding a bowl of crimson-orange fruit, or night-time god waking from eternal sleep. His question--what was it, really, those endlessly sinuous lines, revealing youth--played against the knowledge of age...
A guide...
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