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"Pictures are bits of life," I said. "We paint life as we see it. For instance, Charley, you are coming along the trail. It is night. You see a cabin. The window is lighted. You look through the window for one second, or for two seconds, you see something, and you go on your way. PICTURES ARE BITS OF LIFE I SAID WE PAINT LIFE AS WE SEE IT FOR INSTANCE CHARLIE YOU ARE COMING ALONG THE TRAIL IT IS NIGHT YOU SEE A CABIN THE WINDOW IS LIGHTED YOU LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOW FOR ONE SECOND OR FOR TWO SECONDS YOU SEE SOMETHING AND YOU GO ON YOUR WAY
nd now you understand the picture," I cried. He shook his head, and asked, "The little girl--does it die?" It was my turn for silence. "Does it die?" he reiterated. "You are a painter-man. Maybe you know." "No, I do not know," I confessed. "It is not life," he delivered himself dogmatically. "In life little girl die or get well. Something happen in life. In picture nothing happen. No, I do not understand pictures." His disappointment was patent. It was his desire to understand all things that white men understand, and here, in this matter, he failed. I felt, also, that there was challenge in his attitude. He was bent upon compelling me to show him the wisdom of pictures. Besides, he had remarkable powers of visualization. I had long since learned this. He visualized everything. He saw life in pictures, felt life in pictures, generalized life in pictures; and yet he did not understand pictures when seen through other men's eyes and expressed by those men with color and line upon canvas. HE MOTHER IS CRYING IT IS A VERY GREAT SICKNESS AND NOW YOU UNDERSTAND THE PICTURE I CRIED HE SHOOK HIS HEAD AND ASKED THE LITTLE GIRL DOES IT DIE IT WAS MY TURN FOR SILENCE DOES IT DIE HE REITERATED YOU ARE A PAINTER MAN MAYBE YOU KNOW NO I DO NOT KNOW I CONFESSED IT IS NOT LIFE HE DELIVERED HIMSELF DOGMATICALLY IN LIFE LITTLE GIRL DIE OR GET WELL SOMETHING HAPPEN IN LIFE IN PICTURE NOTHING HAPPENED NO I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PICTURES HIS DISAPPOINTMENT WAS PATENT IT WAS HIS DESIRE TO UNDERSTAND ALL THINGS THAT WHITE MEN UNDERSTAND AND HERE IN THIS MATTER HE FAILED I FELT ALSO THAT THERE WAS CHALLENGE IN HIS ATTITUDE HE WAS BENT UPON COMPELLING ME TO SHOW HIM THE WISDOM OF PICTURES BESIDES HE HAD REMARKABLE POWERS OF VISUALIZATION I HAD LONG SINCE LEARNED THIS HE VISUALIZED EVERYTHING HE SAW LIFE IN PICTURES FELT LIFE IN PICTURES GENERALIZED LIFE IN PICTURES AND YET HE DID NOT UNDERSTAND PICTURES WHEN SEEN THROUGH OTHER MEN'S EYES AND EXPRESSED BY THOSE MEN WITH COLOR AND LINE UPON CANVAS
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