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The days pile up in the studio like the many images produced on paper. One day while standing at my easel about to pile images onto the white surface, I suddenly glimpsed the monumental central shape and great structural force of the easel. I focused on a single time and place. Black Elk believed that anywhere could be the center of the universe. I saw its center again in the afternoon when a ray of sun poured across my paper.
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