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“During the spring, in the afternoon I get sunlight coming into my apartment from both the south and west. One afternoon at the beginning of May, my dining table looked like a Cubist Picasso from the 1920s—so that is how I painted it. I had two melons but alas no Picassian mandolin or guitar.”
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Issue No. 45
May 23, 2020
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Issue No. 45
May 23, 2020