I am filled with myriad transparencies, symbolic meaning overlaps life's more subtle cues.It is the time of morning and facing facts. I am full of ideas and relocated dreams; it's today and the coffee in my stomach is sour. I have been painting new works. They represent the desalination of my vision. They've been distilled to the fewest denominators, synthesized into the basic elements of color, rhythm, shape. The focus I require is fleeting as I long for the lease of summer's promise.
Working late nights leads to longer later nights. I pretend that my escapes are escapades into oblivion, really I seek connection in the loud voices. It is popcorn, I am snacking.
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