- [1975] New Mexico is the last silent sanctuary where I can enjoy the splendid isolation that is the imperative of art, where you can contemplate eons of time in the violent riot of the varicolored mesas and man as his primitive and original self in my friends the Navajos, and the animals other than man in all their wild beauty--the elk, mountain lion, the coyotes that howl at midnight at the mysteries of my ranch. The West--promise and dream, legend and myth, the West that has not only escaped the painter, the poet and the movie makers, but because of this has escaped reality itself, has failed to exist--what greater challenge than to make the American dream an alive, a fulfilled promise?
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