Wednesday, February 1, 2012

the words

So- the words follow this time; I think an afterthought.  It was something about authenticity that Jarmusch was fishing for.  That  things become authentic when we filter them honestly through us; perhaps that is the function of an artist.  Your thoughts?

the paintings

Feb 2012

The rate of time- unbelievable. Home sick today so finally a moment for reflection and I turn to do it here.  It seems horrible that one needs to be home sick for one moment of reflection- the over living of every moment creates the foundation of inflation.  So I got nothing done, the long list of the stuff one should do on a weekly basis lingers but I painted.  --and I read this: Nothing is original