Marc Chagall Adam and Eve

Marc Chagall Adam and EveMarc Chagall La MarieePaul Gauguin Yellow Christ
hay meadow was high on the hill behind the farm, overlooking the cornfield. She watched him for a while.
It was the most interesting technique she had ever witnessed. She wouldn’t even have thought that it was technically possible. Eventually she said: ‘It’s good. You’ve got the swing and everything.’
THANK YOU, MISS FLITWORTH.
‘But why one blade of grass at a time?’
Bill Door regarded the neat row of stalks for some while.

Miss Flitworth left him to it and went back to the farm-house. She stood at the kitchen window and watched the distant dark figure for a while, as it moved over the hillside.
I wonder what he did? she thought. He’s got a Past. He’s one of them Men THERE IS ANOTHER WAY?‘You can do lots in one go, you know.’NO. NO. ONE BLADE AT A TIME. ONE TIME, ONE BLADE.‘You won’t cut many that way,’ said Miss Flitworth.EVERY LAST ONE, MISS FLITWORTH.‘Yes?’TRUST ME ON THIS