I found myself thinking about the intense washes of Helen Frankenthaler's stained oils as I watched the sun set over Stinson Beach, having just read an excellent obituary in the New York Times. She was a strong woman who stayed true to her vision, disregarding what was often the condescension of the critics in that unremittingly male world of hero-artists. She and Joan Mitchell are two of my favorite mid-century painters. I particularly love her woodblock works. And, while I'm at the beach, and thinking of Frankenthaler's paintings of nature, I offer you the rest of the landscape, a sunset--down to the sliver of new moon.

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