|unfinished painting (don't smoke crack II)|
where my mind is so clear all I want to do is sit in a room and think -
where words come out automatically, without permission or request.
There are also months where I can't put two sentences together no matter how hard I try -
not ironically coinciding with me barely having a clue about what I'm thinking or doing.
Painting is not like that.
I realize that for me, painting does not require a clear mind, and in fact a tangled mess can sometimes lead to wonderful accomplishments in the painting studio.
I am amazed at these nuances of creativity.
There are so many parts of us that need exercise, practice, restraint, contemplation, time, space, etc. -
each part playing a slightly different role, but just as important
because all of it together makes up the whole.
I'm so glad that when words come I have a place to write them down,
and when paint is flying it has a place to land.