The Girl in Hyacinth Blue

If only he could work faster

If only he could work faster.  Yet if he did work faster, how could he produce paintings grounded in deep beds of contemplation, the only way living things could be stilled long enough to understand them?  And wasn't everything he painted--a breadbasket, a pitcher, a jewelry box, a copper pan--wasn’t it all living?

~ from THE GIRL IN HYACINTH BLUE by Susan Vreeland
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