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"The act of drawing a squiggle, of brushing fluid color across paper, of watching an image develop from your own hand -- these early childhood thrills, if not stifled by unmindful adults, can develop into the joy of a singing heart.
My heart still sings when I work in the world of paints and brushes, and palettes loaded with color, when time does not demand attention to mundane tasks, or ask me to remember the date or hour. If I can also find new insights, a stirring from inside exposed to my eyes, a self-revelation imaged by my hand -- then, though I may not have finished it, I have begun the song. It is complete when others discover the song in my work and join in the chorus."
Barbara Dillon
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