It’s totally in tune with itself, with the world it depicts, and somehow also (oh, miraculous art!) with me. I’m just trying to say that, for me, this painting has - to an almost startling degree - what some very deep, scarcely examined part of me most wants from art. “Something about paint … about light … light and strong shadow … the sea, the air …” At which point I think I’d be about ready to expire. Richard Diebenkorn’s “Seawall” at the de Young Museum in San Francisco is a painting I can imagine mumbling about on my deathbed.