So Still Were The Big Woods Where

Last Night I Dreamed That I Came Face To Face With A Picture I Had Done And Forgotten, A Forest Done In Simple Movement, Just Forms Of Trees Moving In Space. That Is The Third Time I Have Seen Pictures In My Dreams, A Glint Of What I Am Striving To Attain.

The Outstanding Event Was The Doing Which I Am Still At. Don't Pickle Me Awayas Done.

If You're Going To Lick The Icing Off Somebody Else's Cake You Won't Be Nourished And It Won't Do You Any Good,--or You Might Find The Cake Had Caraway Seeds And You Hate Them.

As The Woods Are The Same, The Trees Standing In Their Places, The Rocks And The Earth... They Are Always Different Too, As Lights And Shadows And Seasons And Moods Pass Through Them.

Trying To Find Equivalents For Things In Words Helps Me Find Equivalents In Painting.