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The Elephants at the Salish Sea Verified independent store

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The bird that meets itself in the window too rapidly: so serious are the convergences that the artist must break her neck for us. The writer never knows how to address the reader w hen it should be the easiest thing. In the artist there’s a wanting to live but only as that living is tied to her art; she doesn’t care how meager the thread—because it’s as if, for her, only art banishes the misery. With their shadows stretching out across the grass the people appear to be plinths for Giacometti sculptures; the narrator says, “nothing is more beautiful than Paris, except the memory of Paris” and so the people and the people-shadows are also time-comets moving backward into lost years. If you switch on the table-fan then the schooner in the painting will—with these new gusts—leave the scene. Fisherman sitting on a rock and smoking a pipe (about 1835), self-representation. Portrait of the artist with a cane possibly drawn by Oei, the artist’s daughter... Show more