“I know that western sky. Sometimes when I'm alone painting, a blind lifts and I let my mind drift back. I remember walking out into the red sun in Canyon until the night fell. I'd lie down on the scorched… — Dawn Tripp Copy Share Image
“I know that western sky. Sometimes when I'm alone painting, a blind lifts and I let my mind drift back. I remember walking out… — Dawn Tripp Copy Share Image
“He'd dust the dirt off with his fingers, wash it in his mouth so it came lean off his tongue like a language.” — Dawn Tripp Copy Share Image
“She writes only in pencil, as if the words might need to be revoked--borrowed words, for the most part, plucked out of other mouths...” — Dawn Tripp Copy Share Image
“She was seeing something, though. You can see that in her eyes. They are not empty, not flat at all, but filled.” — Dawn Tripp Copy Share Image
