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Box on the edge of the table. As I'm working on the picture the space beyond the table becomes remembered sky, or sky and water. I think about what summer vacation was like when I was little - how the time stopped having edges, and it was possible to lose track of the days of the week.

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I remember that feeling, I think of it fairly often. Even when I am on vacation, I can't quite get that feeling anymore, maybe it has to do with all the years that have passed since childhood. This is a wonderful picture, so much left to the imagination.



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