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When I paint a landscape,
I try to paint heaven,
and my joy at being there.
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There is no artist,
living or dead,
whose work would satisfy me
as an expression of my life.
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Nothing was ever painted
that I would like to have done.
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No one ever expressed me.
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My painting could not have been done by anyone else,
nor in the past.
It is growing more and more unique and personal.
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The beauty of the snow,
the pleasure of seeing it
and being out in it.
To express that is the end of art.
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I would like my paintings to be as real as the rain and stones,
yet transcend reality into sublimity.
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My pictures follow their own course.
I draw the geographic form, but as the painting goes on,
there springs up a design which is unpredictable,
unconscious, and as perfect as my sense of harmony makes it.
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~ Harlan Hubbard
from his journals, taken here from
"Harlan Hubbard and the River - A Visionary Life"
by Don Wallis
art: "Crossing the River"
by Harland Hubbard
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art: "Crossing the River"
by Harland Hubbard
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