Portrait of an Artist with 26 Horses — William Eastlake

“But,” Rabbit Stockings said, “don't blame the white women. This is kind of an unusual happening. Just one of those weird things that happen through a misunderstanding.”

“Maybe civilization is based on a misunderstanding,” the trader said. “The misunderstanding that if you asphalt the whole world, replace nature with chrome, do everything and get everywhere ten times as fast as before, then you got progress.”

“Don't be bitter, boy,” Rabbit Stockings said.

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Portrait of an Artist with Twenty-Six Horses is a wonderfully convoluted clash of cultures, of the city and everything that is not the city, of man and himself. It's about sinking in the quicksand at the bottom of the arroyo or making an indelible mark in the cliff-face towering above. And this Empty-Grave release is about preserving paintings on stone instead of standing by as the rain and wind brush them away.