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October 07, 2020

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Thank you. Yes. There is hope. So many quiet miracles in this post.

Thank you, am. I'm glad you agree there's hope, and that you appreciated this post.

That you can orient your paintings toward looseness and light says a great deal about your hard-won equanimity. In a time of contraction, you have found an area to loosen. Hoping to take your example into my life, especially this weekend.

I love seeing your art, Beth. Thank you for these windows into other places.

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