Several takes on the Internet for the painted phrase. I just opened up a phrase book and came across it in the “A’s”. With a little bit of imagination, I have made it fit in the painting. My friend Dan is on the move and rekindling his faith in humanity. From cooped up winter garret rat, to expressive, free-born man-becoming-native-again through romantic love, Dan is vicariously proving to me the power of polite push-back upon an atomizing new age. He is an anomaly, an aristocrat of the spirit, settling for what could be forever or a day in the high desert.
Why didn’t they leave us to wander through buttercup summers
Why didn’t they leave us to wander when there was no other
—Van Morrison from “The Master’s Eyes”