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So many ideas have been rejected because they may have offended a certain good taste when they contained as many vitamin A's as Cod Liver Oil.
Just at present I have come to the conclusion that one must have a flexible form or formation that is governed by some definite rhythmic sense beyond mere geometrical repetition, to express and put in space an idea so that those with sensitive instruments can pick it up, and further that means of expression has to have grown long enough to establish itself as an automatic force.
The play or spread or swing of space can only be felt through this kind of consciousness.
To build a head and put [[strikethrough]] hair [[/strikethrough]] on it hair and eyes and lips and ears like the handles on a jug is not enough. To make it breathe as does the rest of nature it must have a basic rythm. In other words I should like to make a painting exist in itself. 

Hope this will be enough.There are many more things written if you need them, but thought best to get this off to-day so it could be travelling over Sunday.
We hope to have you here some time soon as soon as Mrs. Dove finishes recovering [[strikethrough]] from [[/strikethrough]] [[?]] some kink in her insides which is being ex-rayed and diligently searched for. 
Many sincere thanks to you and your ideas.
                  Truly, Arthur. S. Dors.