August 19, 2013

Deep night rain. I cozy in the thought that I planted the last of the spurge yesterday and the world is doing my watering.

Tremendous progress on the Celestine play. Scribbling away in the Purgatory of brawling children Had to leave the studio, as I was doing more harm than good.

First day of class, and I’m very Zen, without particular ambitions, without expectations.

Art history dreams. Jason and I sat in a grotto– a great open cave with a waterfall at one end-- debating which painters had the best sense of composition. I said, “Daubigny” without, when awake, any sense of what his paintings look like.