Trees love to toss and sway; they make such happy noises.
From Emily Carr
Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.
I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.
There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.
I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.
You will have to experiment and try things out for yourself and you will not be sure of what you are doing. That's all right, you are feeling your way into the thing.
It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.
You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.
Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul.
You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.
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