Thursday, November 6, 2008

Leroy Neiman Elephant Nocturne painting

Leroy Neiman Elephant Nocturne painting
Leroy Neiman Beach at Cannes painting
Thomas Kinkade Heather's Hutch painting
pride of Otto Cone's garden); and although his inattention caused him to miss the names of the two trees that had been bred into one -- Mulberry? Laburnum? Broom? -- the tree itself made him sit up and take notice. There it palpably was, a chimera with roots, firmly planted in and growing vigorously out of a piece of English earth: a tree, he thought, capable of taking the metaphoric place of the one his father had chopped down in a distant another, incompatible world. If such a tree were possible, then so was he; he, too, could cohere, send down roots, survive. Amid all the televisual images of hybrid tragedies -- the uselessness of mermen, the failures of plastic surgery, the Esperanto-like vacuity of much modern art, the Coca-Colonization of the planet -- he was given this one gift. It was enough. He switched off the set.
Gradually, his animosity towards Gibreel lessened. Nor did horns, goat-hoofs, etc. show any signs of manifesting themselves anew. It seemed a cure was in progress. In point of fact, with the passage of the days not only Gibreel,

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