imitations of drowning

untitled, ink on arches paper, 22" x 30", august 2013, Rico

Black gesso.  Black fingers, arms, and washing out the big brush under the Main St. streetlamp hunched spigot.  At the door and I remembered the arches paper, ink, time, turnaround make one, make two, make three.  

And drawing, mark-making, doesn't have to be obviously related, or good, or for anyone.  It's a way of thinking about things; form, materials, flow, movement.  

untitled, ink on arches paper, 22" x 30", august 2013, Rico

Fluidity.  Suspension.  Falling?  Imitations of drowning.    

There are new thoughts, but I'm working through the large canvas on the wall, already titled in my mind...some come like that.  The day washes away into work and hands and sweat of labor.  Painting is wrestling angels, either way there's loss but then again those moments; those moments when one really sees.  

This meandering stream-of-consciousness thought flow ends now.   A beer and Breaking Bad and to bed; and I'm very mortal once more.