“The Rhythm of My Hand”
“The rhythm of the girl as she dances … [shows us ] the eternal rhythm of all things.”[1]
Well, I watch my hand dancing as it paints. It does have some rhythm – I wish it was that girl!
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[1] Ainslie Meares, Strange Places and Simple Truths (London: Souvenir Press, 1969), p. 14.
