Some thoughts from a warmer time.A crazy day. Multiple deadlines seemed to spring up from nowhere and collide. This afternoon a much needed shower drifted through and left behind a pleasant, cooler, if humid, evening. But the work day is not over. Before starting my next project I decided to just sit still for 10 min. and listen. I opened the studio door and put my chair a few feet from the screen, facing the night air. A chorus of creatures flooded my head and the city seemed quiet by comparison. Somehow it reminded me that life, even in its subtle beauty, can be chaotic, even violent. Here is nature, pouring forth sounds and seeds with no inventory and only one thought - grow. But this is just the beginning - the edge, foaming up from an unseen river of restless searching, living, and dying. Above this rises the stillness of coherence, intention, and infinite expansion. Within that frame every mark has its message. None of what we usually think of as art was born in this room today, but perhaps much was conceived in these few moments.
Painting: "Rain-wet Street"
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