mildly foggy this morning ...
not clear enough to move quickly -
not so thick i can’t rely on experience to navigate ...
picasso said he only painted what he knew -
what he already discovered ...
used to sound arrogant,
but i guess i could live with that ...
lately i’m haunted by a lot of what some major leaguers said -
including gorky, pollock, and rothko ...
seems to be a madness that comes
from trying to see too far in the distance -
an intolerable frustration with the ordinary and real -
and the pressure of maintaining ideals
to actualize visions ...
'every line and nuance is its' own experience' ...
i have no idea of what i want to see -
or i only want to see what’s in front of me -
not how it will or should be -
but what it becomes -
through an accumulation
of ideas and actions ...
relying on experience -
building on discovery and knowing -
forming some syntax of elements -
providing evidence of painting - today ...
as only the dying do ...
