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| landscape: fresh air painter with easel, canvas, palate, --stopping--puts brush down and takes out pen, writes across preliminary sketching of (windmill, mountains, fields?): painters have made seeing a landscape, or painting a landscape, impossible, because they can now see only other paintings, and paint only other seeings.� painted ourselves into to a dried thinner-smelling world of caked bristles and empty tubes, hundreds of wooden frames floating down streams of watered colors.� like writers can only write about written-scapes, crumpled paper trees, wind from flipping pages, ink waterfalls, paragraph topography.� how to get them to see land, not landscapes?� forget actual, start from dark vacuum, saber of� moon through snow, grid of frozen lake, purplish profile left side of three mountains, single tree twisting my initial. | ||