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Painting is like any other language, like English or German or math or music or movies. It has in common with other languages that flashy technique cannot compensate for having nothing to say. In fact, an abundance of technique in the service of babbling vacuity is more hideous than plain honest stupid babbling vacuity. I used to say I wanted to give you something like Snow White's apple, something shiny and red and luscious and round, inviting you to participate in your own destruction. Now I refuse to seduce you. It's unseemly to sell the Truth. When I was a kid I had technique. Now everything I do is fumbling, clumsy and inarticulate, often just grunting, or finally, mute pointing. Here is some of that.
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