Two canvases in play, I smoked a cigar in the brisk night. Good work tonight, and the weight of the past weeks felt lifted. Black has a spiritual presence; as if the absence is itself being. I can get distance now with the space cleaned out. I can see.
There will be much paint thrown this week, good paint to purpose and meaning. Quiet house and warmth now after the dampness of the evening rain seeped into my bones. I've built walls to make room, I'll build more painting storage this weekend and wrap and store the large paintings. Over the next few weeks I'll have 4 to 6 paintings in play; moving in and out from one to another like a boxer. I feel purpose and direction again.
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