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This watercolor had no more
cosmic significance than the folds of fabric and the beauty
of a woman. As I grow older and the parts begin to hint of
rust, I feel increasing need to reject the western notion
that life is corrupt and that the physical is debased unless
santified or baptised by some authority. Little children
continue to grown to become beautiful women without
intercession by the state or church. So I believe in the
radicalism of beautiful women.
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