My drawings inspire and are not meant to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.
(A couple of lines I wish I'd had at my disposal back in graduate school whenever called upon to defend my poetry from the skepticism of those professors and classmates who suspected it wasn't "about" anything. It wasn't. Odilon Redon explains succinctly for what otherwise incomprehensible purpose it might have existed at all.)
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