fragment detail of working painting, oil on canvas |
slowly I am working on new paintings
and even though there seems to be no logical space in my life at the moment for luxuries like painting in my studio
miraculously it happens anyway
I haven't slept very well in a while
my thoughts are sprawled out and jotted down on the backs of small pieces of imaginary papers
this morning I wrote the beginning of a poem I may or may not ever finish:
I can tell
because out of the corner of my right eye
knees up
feet on the floor
I can see the pulse in my wrist moving up and down