How is it to discover something bewilderingly authentic, complelety organic, totally natural, and utterly subversive? The compulsion to pursue is overwhelming, the need to overcome compulsion is dire. Rules have changed, old ones die hard, and what unfolds needs to be protected. I've been knocking on that door for quite a while.
How great it is to be thrown into a question. How great to let it grow until it encompasses everything. I could not get my head around it, had to get it around my head. Then everything is material, everything is meaning. The little notices become a constellation of ideas. Accuracy in composition becomes acute.
If my paintings could show you what I see, why I am making them, well, I wish you could. I don't need the paint to do the work anymore. But the painting goes on. I guess it is painting inside me. How I wish I could paint inside you. What a work of art that could be.
To see more of what there is to see I know I have to make my eyes very small. The less of me the more I see.The tinier the eyes the vaster the view. Then this is my name. And a moment of rejoicing followed.
