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Devin H-Rivard
Laughing feels like flying. I love color and form, I love oil and acrylic painting, also figure drawing and calligraphic painting: wet, fresh ground ink on animal hair, that smell. Being in nature often feels better than being in my house. The air. The smell of plants after a rain in the afternoon, and its so dry here in Colorado, the atmosphere pulls the moisture right off the ground, even as it lands, not like in Washington where it pooled, and lingered and things begin to ferment and become rich with the returning ocean seeping through them.
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Friday, May 29, 2009

To follow are many pictures of Silverton, where now I lay my head, and look for work



Posted by Devin H-Rivard at 10:34 AM No comments:
Labels: going south west from boulder, into the wild, These are from the grey hound ride to silverton
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