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"There is a picture you have painted that I understand," he said. "It is a true picture. It has much meaning. It is in your cabin at Dawson. It is a faro table. There are men playing. It is a large game. The limit is off." "How do you know the limit is off?" I broke in excitedly, for here was where my work could be tried out on an unbiassed judge who knew life only, and not art, and who was a sheer master of reality. THERE IS A PICTURE YOU HAVE PAINTED THAT I UNDERSTAND HE SAID IT IS A TRUE PICTURE IT HAS MUCH MEANING IT IS IN YOUR CABIN AT DAWSON IT IS A FARO TABLE THERE ARE MEN PLAYING IT IS A LARGE GAME THE LIMIT IS OFF HOW DO YOU KNOW THE LIMIT IS OFF I BROKE IN EXCITEDLY FOR HERE WAS WHERE MY WORK COULD BE TRIED OUT ON AN UNBIASED JUDGE WHO KNEW LIFE ONLY AND NOT ART AND WHO WAS A SHEER MASTER OF REALITY
im 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. "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. You saw maybe a man writing a letter. You saw something without beginning or end. Nothing happened. Yet it was a bit of life you saw. You remember it afterward. It is like a picture in your memory. The window is the frame of the picture." I could see that he was interested, and I knew that as I spoke he had looked through the window and seen the man writing the letter. S 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 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 YOU SAW MAYBE A MAN WRITING A LETTER YOU SAW SOMETHING WITHOUT BEGINNING OR END NOTHING HAPPENED YET IT WAS A BIT OF LIFE YOU SAW YOU REMEMBER IT AFTERWARD IT IS LIKE A PICTURE IN YOUR MEMORY THE WINDOW IS THE FRAME OF THE PICTURE I COULD SEE THAT HE WAS INTERESTED AND I KNEW THAT AS I SPOKE HE HAD LOOKED THROUGH THE WINDOW AND SEEN THE MAN WRITING THE LETTER
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