We wrote cards and letters once and a while, Pauline to me…me to Pauline. I held her fast in my heart from the time she taught me to draw; she taught me to see. When I think about the fragments that are written and contained here, in a floating capsule of the ever-sparking information highway, I know that much of this has been inspired by Pauline. I collect blue bottles and in the morning when the soft light dazzles them, I think of my teacher. Late in the evening, when I pull up to the house, I feel happy because the coloured glass reflections glow and move and make me smile. There are people who come into our thoughts often. Pauline is one of those, for me.
She kept blue bottles on her window sills.