In his next class, watercolor painting, he felt unusually calm and insightful. “Like this, like this,” he said, guiding their hands.“Delicately. Like a breath of air on the paper. Just a touch. Like so. See?” he’d say and felt on the edge of discovery himself. “Suggestion is what it’s all about,” he said, holding lightly to
Sue Colvin’s fingers as he guided her brush. “You’ve got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?” --Raymond Carver, Fever
Friday, June 13, 2025
Raymond Carver
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