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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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Thursday, June 17, 2010

She was a Gypsy and had too many fingers, but danced so beautiful

Posted by Devin H-Rivard at 8:01 AM No comments:
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A Sacred and Feminine 'no'

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