November 25, 2022

Contemplating what might have happened in my brain in the two years I went without painting. One way of putting it is that I switched from wondering what I ought to be creating to knowing what I must create. There will likely be no more experimentation with media or styles now, which was the center of my effort before. Paint what you wish to see on the canvas. There is no other consideration. I try to make comparisons between the art of writing and the art of painting, but I’m not sure there is one. Revision has some similarities, the art of looking and seeing “No, that is not quite what you meant.” Winter sky, though not cold. Yellow-bellied sapsuckers and flickers in the garden. A great laundering of bedclothes.