Hundreds and Thousands

This was her "private journal" and through reading it, it
was like she was alive and I got to know her personally, I
got to know things which made me ashamed to know at
times ( I just had to think of my own journal and some of
the shameful private thoughts I've written out).

More than anything else, she wanted her paintings
to move people. She wanted to capture the very essence
of the landscape-"the God in them" as she put it. She
wanted all the parts to move in one orchestrated whole.

Oh, how she loved her country-the woods,
mountains, space,sky, ocean. She would go on camping
trips, alone except for her animal companions (dogs, a rat
and monkey!!) to paint, write, look, smell, listen. She
made me mourn my own failure to observe and appreciate
nature.