Kim Stafford writes~
“This is a book of spells: Light falls on an open book. You gaze, read, pass beyond. A message smuggles from the writer’s hand to the reader’s soul. From the book, you turn, look far away. In a moment, you will read that last sentence again, and again your pulse will quicken. What you long sought has arrived, and you will not be as you were.
In the paintings of Deborah DeWit, as in the paintings of Edward Hopper, it often seems that something tremendous has just happened, and we witness the quiet aftermath, the time when all motion stops as a bolt of strange learning passes deep to the interior life.”