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throw from my building - for progress pushes its way onto the obsolete waterfront, as sure to go as the artists collected by its rotting piers - carries those marks and legends that have set the style of my painting. The commercial brass stencils found in the deserted lofts - of numbers, of sail names, of the names of 19th century companies ("The American Gas Works") became matrix and substance for my painting and drawing. So then did all things weave together.

Robert Indiana