In an 1886 letter written from South Woodstock, Connecticut, where he was spending the summer painting landscapes, Dennis Miller Bunker describes a struggle many artists go through: I think at last I am beginning to be glad that I am a painter. I begin to stop asking myself, at least, why I am one and…
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