I WAS overwhelmed by the onrush and outrage of machine noise on the earth and, oh God, everywhere in the air," explained Morris Graves, and two years ago fled his Seattle home for a quiet place. His new retreat: a manor house in the green Irish hills near Dublin. There he could hear once again the little sounds of nature that are "essential nourishment" for him at 49. But the racket of the U.S. inspired some of the best pictures Graves has made in years.
Elegant and cadaverous, calm and withdrawn behind his beard. Graves does not sputter on reporters' griddles but...
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