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The place where I had freedom most
was when I painted.
I was completely and utterly myself.
It was more than a profession.
It was even a therapy,
for there I just told it as it was.
It takes a lot of courage in life
to tell it how it is.
~ Alice Neel ~
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~