October 11, 2014

Twice in the studio yesterday, and once today. I did good work. The mindlessness of painting was necessary. Laurie Anderson and REM on the dusty CD.  The garden is purple with re-blooming iris.

Walked by fading moonlight before dawn.

Changed the furnace air filter for the first time in my life. I didn’t neglect the task; it simply never crossed my mind.

Accidental rendition by the Beatles of “Let It Be” on the internet. I stopped and listened. In the midst of half an hour of unreachable, almost indefinable, grief, of helpless sobbing, I became an Existentialist. I’ve told my students for thirty years that it was a comfort. Never knew before that it is.