Tonight I killed it. I am laying waste to the demons of hesitation, self-doubt, false modesty and fear. There are those sessions in the studio when you know; you see it on the wall and you know, what you have done is somehow beyond. The first ten canvases will be ready for final documentation this weekend. The second ten are in various states of play.
The goal is action. Simple. I walk in, I paint, I don't think and I see where it goes. Thinking comes later. I stick on the wall and let it wash over me. I smoke a cigar. I get up and walk around see it from every angle. I try to see it for the first time. But that's not now; now is the doing. Now, is the making.
I can't write tonight. I'm too charged, too manic. I'm kicking ass and I know it. I've swam beyond the shelf once again.
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