the art

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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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