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Jack Balas, 1998; NOCTURNE, oil & enamel/ canvas, 71" x 69"
TEXT: "past a warehouse, its clock a green plow through Brooklyn's snowy.../ and hours along dockyards...if all the signs in Dutch.../ to find the end of that piano, echoing.../ off the cobblestones. But at 5 a.m. Paris... / in pigeon dawns of empty parking lots. Even now... / and tilts the starboard glow of Los Angeles to orange... / when every yard on the southside of Chicago... / first on the motel balcony. And as you hear the freeway snake of lights, Dallas suddenly becomes... / drowned by the roar of blind surf. Cautiously I ..."