in Kutch embroiders a sari; hence, as we wake up today, someone, somewhere has just captured the days into capsules of canvas, on glossy photo sheets, fabrics of chiffon, in film reels and on bricked walls, unveiled another era of _me travel. And through this _me I wander, will not end here nor will these words, because art seems to have pulled me in many different direc_ons, towards my life in the room I sit in, towards the outside where I drink my evening tea, and towards thoughts, that make me form words, a pain_ng of a pink tulip I sit beside, or a creek of leaves, the black and white in my studio, or the rugged empty sounds of the roads this home lazes in. Art has a quality to begin a thought, for a person to think, a thinker to paint, to act and direct, to sculpt and create, a future with a past, an idea from a thing and a _me through its art.
*Take one capsule and call us in 5,000 years, Caitlin Lovinger, Learning Network, Teacher ConnecIons, New York Times, December 28, 1998 www.nyImes.com/learning/teachers/featured_arIcles/ 19981228monday.html
The Persistence of Memory, 1931, Ar_st: Salvador Dali
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