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will vawter were in the ascendancy.

The artist, if he was adaptable, was accepted with amused tolerance. As such he could move around freely without being exploited as a strange creature that radiated publicity value.

While Olive and I never met there, I kept hearing about her as a well-known Hoosier artist who had gone to the Eastern Seaboard to study and work in her chosen field which then, I believe, as book illustration.

Amplifying a text with pictures is something we all try at some time or other[[?]]. I did a James Whitcomb Riley book too, but not knowing the rules of the game it turned out to be a Baumann book with Riley text! It consequently was a dismal flop such as I am sure Olive [[strikethrough]](never)[[strikethrough]] managed to escape in her work.

I suspect the limitations of the illustrative field were becoming apparent to her and with that the Olive we know now began to blossom.

Her work is more than amplifying a writer's text, it is the kind of art that tells its own story, illusive as it is, it leaves something to the imagination, it is like a little gateway leading out of a drab world.

Perhaps our paths criss-crossed many times until we finally met in Santa Fe. Here Olive located in a studio adjoining mine on Canyon Road, intent on her next venture which required jars of fresco colors, sand and plaster that messed up the floor unnoticed by an indulgent landlord.

After a while I moved to more practical quarters elsewhere Olive moved up a little farther on Canyon Road where I am sure this artistic atmosphere is enhanced by her presence. Living there quietly and working in her garden when she is not busy painting seems to fill her entire horizon as her paintings now fill this gallery and a very successful showing it is!