sitting on wooden chair, looking at horse, in horse keeper position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them, and until next year my rest is here, like a keeper, breaking branches and facing the horse. demand that wolves, coyotes and a white horse only paint on the walls of hotel rooms and that, in the absence of the seal, whoever found them provided a different idea of ​​what they were doing. An idea that, if left to chance, can turn into a nightmare. No end, he hasn't. He's almost a very smart man.

Result #1

sitting on wooden chair, looking at horse, in horse keeper position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them, and until next year my rest is here, like a keeper, breaking branches and facing the horse. demand that wolves, coyotes and a white horse only paint on the walls of hotel rooms and that, in the absence of the seal, whoever found them provided a different idea of ​​what they were doing. An idea that, if left to chance, can turn into a nightmare. No end, he hasn't. He's almost a very smart man. He did a lot for himself. There was no one else to consult. In this way, he has some competition with Jack Kerouacs discovery, in a letter to the critic Llyn Foulkes, that the essence of art is the discovery of the truth and the nobility of a thing. Foulkes went on to say that Kerouacs concept of the mystery of art is a kind of romanticized or hyperrealism, but Schiller is a romanticizer. But the fact remains that Kerouac and Schiller are two very different artists. Kerouac is an artist who paints and paints again. The fact is, they arent the same person. The schillers a sign painter, the Schillers are, on the contrary, a painter of the mind.The Rorschach Test is a moving mark, a question mark. The question mark is a series of strips, and it must be treated as a series, a question mark. The mark itself is a negative, a blank, a negative and a positive. It is a blank because it is there, it is not there, it is not here, it is not what it should be, it is not what the other is, it is not what Kerouac is, it is not what he is. And so the mark is a symbol, a part of the mark, it is a mark, it is what Kerouac is not. Schiller paints a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative. It is a positive, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative, a negative.

Result #2

I like that. He's a strange, hard-working guy, and, in the end, his ideas are right. They're interesting, and they look like art.

Result #3

sitting on wooden chair, looking at horse, in horse keeper position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them, and until next year my rest is here, like a keeper, breaking branches and facing the horse. demand that wolves, coyotes and a white horse only paint on the walls of hotel rooms and that, in the absence of the seal, whoever found them provided a different idea of ​​what they were doing. An idea that, if left to chance, can turn into a nightmare. No end, he hasn't. He's almost a very smart man. Theres a self-portrait of him. It's a good one. They paint in the artists head and show him his reflection in a mirror. He stares at the mirror. There's a lovely one, too.  It's his own. The Other Country. The painters are as diverse as the speakers. Theres a watercolor of a people sleeping. A painting of a sun and a cloud with the words L.A. is a self-portrait. A self-portrait of a sun and a cloud with the words L.A. are a self-portrait. A self-portrait of a sun and a cloud with the words L.A. are a self-portrait. A self-portrait of a sun and a cloud with the words L.A. are a self-portrait. A self-portrait of a sun and a cloud with the words L.A. is a self-portrait. A self-portrait of a sun and a cloud with the words L.A. is a self-portrait. The world, not the other, is in the painting. In his head of an ailing sun, the artist has a sun who isn't a sun. His reflection is a sun who's not a sun. In his hands, the sun appears in a fog of painted mud. The sun is a white cross. The white cross has an unidentifiable center. The center is a black dot, a white hole. The black hole is a searing, white hole. The hole is a hole where the sun, in the process of turning into a mudhole, has stepped through. The searing, white hole is an erupting black hole. The eruption is a flood of mud. The mud is a white sphere, and it looks as if it could be a black one.

Result #4

sitting on wooden chair, looking at horse, in horse keeper position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them, and until next year my rest is here, like a keeper, breaking branches and facing the horse. demand that wolves, coyotes and a white horse only paint on the walls of hotel rooms and that, in the absence of the seal, whoever found them provided a different idea of ​​what they were doing. An idea that, if left to chance, can turn into a nightmare. No end, he hasn't. He's almost a very smart man. Its a shame. A shame because that's the only one he can do. So he leaves his dog, Ferris, to the two boys who were his best friend, and he goes to the museum. It's a good idea. The boys, quite proud of him, stand there, contemplating. I want to take a picture of them. They say, What do you want? I say, What if he sees me doing this? They say, Well, thats the way it works. Well, you see, Ferris is a coyote. I have a white horse. I say, Oh, thats fine. He says, Oh, thats not fine. I say, Well, Im just taking a picture of them. Ferris says, Oh, thats no good. I say, Well, thats fine. Ferris says, Oh, thats no good. I say, Well, what if he sees me doing this? They say, Well, thats fine. Ferris says, Oh, thats no good. I say, Well, what if he sees me doing this? Ferris says, Well, whats fine is not fine. I say, Well, thats no good. Ferris says, Oh, thats no good. I say, Well, whats fine is not fine. I say, Well, thats not fine. I say, Well, whats fine is not fine. I say, Well, thats no good. I say, Well, thats not fine. Ferris says, Oh, thats no good. I say, Well, thats no good. Ferris says, Well, thats no good. I say, Well, whats fine is not fine. I say, Well, thats no good. Ferris says, Well, thats no good. I say, Well, whats fine is not fine. I say, Well, thats no good.

Result #5

sitting on wooden chair, looking at horse, in horse keeper position. night vision in a fraction of the winter night. task given to me by them, and until next year my rest is here, like a keeper, breaking branches and facing the horse. demand that wolves, coyotes and a white horse only paint on the walls of hotel rooms and that, in the absence of the seal, whoever found them provided a different idea of ​​what they were doing. An idea that, if left to chance, can turn into a nightmare. No end, he hasn't. He's almost a very smart man.The structure of the show as a whole is a very nice one. Its partly alluring, partly a counterpoint to the empty walls of the hotel room, partly a point of public display. The major part is a display of paintings, mostly semi-abstract, but occasionally sometimes in a kind of caricature of the different abstract moods of painting today, so that if you're an artist who, like me, wants to go back to the early days, when abstraction was very raw, you can go to the kitchen and make a picture of it. I have to say that the irony of that is rather brilliant, but it's too late to be too cute.The show is in New York. The gallery, a huge room in the center of the city, is a great way to start. It's got a lot of light, a lot of space, and a lot of open space. You can go in and out and look at things and see the paintings, but I want to wait to see the paintings. It's not too bad. They're the paintings, and you can walk around them and look at them, and they look very much like paintings. The room is pretty much empty, except for a few chairs and a couple of stools, which you can sit on and have a good time. The paintings are hanging on the walls, but you can sit on them too, and they're nice. You can see them from the street. It's a pretty clean, well-lit room, with a lot of white rooming for you to enjoy. The paintings have a soft, waxy texture which is totally different from what I used to know. I think there's a good chance that a lot of people will sit on the chairs, just as they will on the chairs. They don't sit on the chairs, which is fine, but I just don't know. The paintings are very obviously meant to be seen from the street.

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