pieces  with  feeling.   pieces  with paint and  toil  and  metaphor and 
mine,    an  empty  canvas.   some stand  before  it and  scoff.  a child
could  have  done   this,  they  say, anyone   could   have  done  this.  I 
agree.  it  is   nothing.  some  stand before  it  as if they  understand. as
if  the  critics  are   correct  and  the space  means  purity,  or freedom, or
hope. but what if  the artist just had nothing else to say? what if the artist 
stood before it for months and wept?

~elizabeth paxton

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xoxo

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