“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] The same elements appear in your own painting and in their sales. [...]

[...] At the time he saw the apparition, Bill, who is a schoolteacher, had a summer job painting houses. [...]

[...] [Also, while painting this afternoon I had felt the same sensation in stronger form.]

[...] The painter’s painting is a result of a private search, but in a gallery it becomes a public expression. [...]

[...] You worried about time and your painting and “Unknown” Reality, and you would not relax. [...]

[...] For there is an isolated characteristic in him, and a completely undeveloped talent, though not in painting.

[...] It was a ranch-style, cedar-sided dwelling that had just been painted a dark green — a conventional one-story affair with white shutters, a fireplace, a picture window, an attached double garage in back, and many trees and shrubs. [...]

An artist expects his paintings to be good — or, if you will forgive a jingle: at least he should. [...]

[...] She paints as a hobby.¹² You did not consciously pick out real estate people who had artistic connections, but you were led to them and they to you. [...]

[...] You are still concerned for Ruburt because you realize that as a matter of survival added funds for your family would have to come from his efforts, since your own painting time is too important to lose. [...]

(I had another of my “insights” while painting this morning, and talked it over with Jane after supper tonight. [...]

[...] Later he told us he was afraid the table would either crash into the ceiling—since Carl was tall enough—or would hit a nearby wall where several of my paintings hung.

[...] If you are a writer or an artist, then it seems that you must produce so many paintings or books or whatever as, say, an automobile worker must process so many pieces of the overall car chassis. [...]

[...] Except for the few listed below, then, it may be sufficient to just state that we’ve been in our hill house for a month, and that after much hard physical labor² we’ve settled down enough to resume our natural rhythms of painting, sessions, books, and play. [...]

(Five items could be the station wagon, a cup of coffee, a pile of bricks, paint-stained khakis, and the world itself; but this is open to other interpretations, we would say. [...]

(“Do you think I was sounding off earlier, when I talked about doing some great work painting?)

[...] It would do Ruburt no harm either to resume his painting. [...]

[...] This reminded her of scenes in old paintings, as by Degas.

Now imagine the idea, not of triangle, but the idea which has the shape of a triangle, being then expressed in architecture, in a philosophical dissertation, in color, in a sculpture, in a poem, in a painting, in music, and also in so-called natural phenomena such as the shape of a rock, the angle of a shadow, a portion of a crystal, a tree branch.

You would paint pictures, then, but not show them. [...]

[...] Jane has called the hospital each day to ask about him; she’s putting together for him a unique, evocative little book of poetry and paintings. [...]