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1 " Thomas Moran Paints This place gets inside you with its soft redsAnd tans. You can feel the lithe sweep of brushesInside your head. Your empty hands movingFrom side to side involuntarily. It is like seeingAn angel’s brilliancy for the first time and tryingTo describe it to your own soul in a languageOf the eye your heart can understandThe light is always different here getting darkerNear the river paler near the rim. But it is The way the canyon breathes warm air risingCool air settling that makes the colors vibrantGives them luster. I can pile and scrape paintOn a canvas forever and miss the one rareNote that hides in the throat of a canyon wrenBut I can dream that bird within me and captureIt on silk where its song will bring this magicalSecret landscape into my art on its wings. "
― Daniel William(s)