march ing

I am always amazed at the rates time passes...just completely baffled even in the depths of beauty created over history--thinking about blurring boundaries as a theme for some paintings maybe even a poem.  The blurring becomes interesting to me as so many of the distinctions are arbitrary and false that the shapes of things become the form over function over aesthetic value over emotional response

over easy.  but not so that it is runny.  These are two new paintings I am working on.  One more done than the other.  Three months left of my last full time school year and it feels like I am finally planting stars!