"That first green night of their dreaming, asleep beneath the Tree,
God said, "Let meanings move," and there was poetry."
- Muriel Rukeyser, "Selected Poems," 1935
(oil on canvas, 8 x 11, impasto trial of a tree at night, using phthalo blue straight from the tube, ouch. "vincent" must have been more generous than people make him out to be)
