Missisipi painter Walter Anderson isn't one you'd usually find in art encyclopedias. Critics go around him too; in other words, it would be hard to call him a widely known artist.
After being diagnosed with schizophrenia he secluded in his Shearwater house and led a simple life until his death in 1965. That's the period he spent much time biking, and then he wrote about it: "The wheels are turning again. A bicycle seems to leave no room for other evils, or goods for that matter. It is an inclusive and exclusive wheel.”
I believe the murals done in this period are his most talented works. The nature he saw and discovered around himself. The turning of planets. Ever-discovering, creative thought, without points of concentration, beginnings and endings. As the world seemed to Walter Inglis Anderson.
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