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Thread By Gordon Edwards She said that Rilke's words about loving questions suggested an image-- a painting not yet born. So the artist picks up Blake's golden thread as a brush, not knowing the end to which it flows, but feeling in the center as a seed soaking in the elements, groping outward in the dark room for the door-- the sun calls, and we can only follow.
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