August 8, 2009

Crushingly hot. Have not recovered from spending the day in the hot studio, where I finished Landscape with Stigmata. My work is totally different in appearance (not so much in inspiration) since Jason came upon it. This is a good thing. It tells me I shouldn’t have been so insistent on discovering everything for myself.

The moon rose in white majesty last night, as far south as I remember it. Hoping for the same tonight, when it is clear, and every aspect will be visible.

The white iris re-blooms, multiply welcome.