It has been a fluid , prolific season - completing a succession of work for "The Deserters " exhibition . I have neglected the other " fields " - music and printmaking , and I know I must return .
I remember when I was very young , I would rise before my parents and brothers and walk out to a certain space in the pasture behind my father's barn . There was a certain pleasure in knowing that small slice of the world was mine alone to enjoy . Even at that young age there was a sense that the moment must be made the most of , that I would soon be summoned back to the beckoning of that other world .
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