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The title of this painting comes from one of my husband’s discarded notes. He is a retired political philosophy professor and has more time, now, to be a poet. The phrase seems right to me, as I began this painting a year ago. It first took one form, then another, until it became so dense that I just could not see it anymore. I began to pare it down and away with a sander, and it became clear to me... it is all one level now, the surface smooth and ‘equal,’ and it seems calm and complete to me.