I had been staying out in Napeague Long Island. They prices for rentals was now out of reach and the traffic made one wonder if one wanted to be there any more.
The end of this wonderful place for me seemed near.
I was still making my stillifes by the bay beach and these grew out of them.
I had painted "...leaving Long Island." the year before.
Painting seemed hooked to this progress and it seemed I was going out of fashion.
Just when I had a cycle of paintings. It seemed Easthampton was a little like Pompeii
was to Rome.
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