Klee Wyck made her first appearance a few days before I was seventy. Victoria was astonished at her. Victoria had never approved of my style in painting. When my painting was accepted in the East a few Westerners tolerated it, a smaller number found they actually liked it. Klee Wyck and, a…

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“Ladies approaching seventy must not expect to work like girls of seventeen—it is unreasonable.” The doctor’s voice was reproving but kindly. “Overdoing has enraged your heart. To begin with we will see what a good long rest in hospital will do.” “How long?” The doctor resorted to a professional…

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Woods you are very sly, picking those moments when you are quiet and off guard to reveal yourselves to us, folding us into your calm, accepting us to the sway, the rhythm of your spaces, space interwoven with the calm that rests forever in you. For all that you…

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