http://www.artnet.com/artist/650665/grandma-moses.htmlWinter as flat as my forehead it snows like I sneeze this tableau has froze. When I wake up tomorrow I'll cut through paper with fat fingers. I've wrapped you in canvas, a gift. I didn't go outside much I didn't wander cutting trees open to push on even further, beyond the perimeter where I have painted myself into a corner.
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