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March 19, 2018

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I'd love to see this as a painting, the cloth and the objects in flat colours with no perspective. Perhaps that would contravene your approach, which is so much about time and meaning - perspective in the wider sense... But then again perhaps not, because your words also bring the cloth, the past, closer to us...

Thanks, Jean! I could try, though I think Matisse kind of owns the "red tablecloth" still life and interior! At least, those paintings are what I think of immediately, and they make me wonder if I could say anything for myself.

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  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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