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When I dug into the recursive transformation of one of my dad’s revisionist paintings, it occurred to me that when we care for it the way a painter revisits an old canvas, the past is liberated to leap forward into its own future. It’s the last day of January, take me to the mountainWhere the past days of January melt became the sky The Author, Good Morning Friends On January 30, 1973, I was staring … Continue reading Restoration