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BACK Since 1996 Volume XXI Rosaly DeMaios Roffman
Credo: What I Loved (after Rilke)
We heard you when we stopped before that magic blue and saw above your paintings words you stopped to write—some people think an artist should paint what he sees just as well as he can Then you add the no, I don’t think so-- painting must be about some thing about something and there is a girl standing here at my side, the two of us and others in a Columbus Ohio Museum swaying before paintings—some look like maps on the wall, all circles and dots and after seeing your early work with faces and dogs and trees turning into the dissolution of people and landscapes –we decide you press them on purpose into sheets of blue and cadmium red and we know for sure Mark Rothko, you were on to something profound and large and spelled out on your sheet of color we might call Zen or untitled #4
We decide you are not diminishing us no matter what anyone says or wants to say—nor are you decomposing the world nor have you already left us—nor are you mad— what you are doing is erasing sharp edges, a man painting the thing—what I have to tell is I love this light in a way I have never loved anything like light or like a person I didn’t know standing and breathing close to me before
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