| It's strange how, when you're writing your autobiography, you come to the point of your life called now. Now. Even as I write this time moves on and life happens |
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| Movie, music, latest oils, writing Three ladies, Winter. |
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Last of this Autobio, How the arts are changing, I'm so looking forward to King Kong but just heard how movies may be replaced by vid games, etc. How I was nieve enough to be a "painter"
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AND THEN THERE's.......
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What's to come of all this work if i wa to pass on to the great whatever of which we know not one or the other. Is the results of my life's endeavors just dumpster chow?
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