Continued with the three canvases and taped up my cut thumb to streatch two more. Thought I’d play with a Max Ernst technique of dipping a string into paint and laying it on the canvas.
It was an emotional day. The Godfather of this blog and probably fifty percent of the reason you’re reading it right now, was out in L.A. on a “medical adventure.” The past couple of days, I’ve been enacting a number of art ceremonies in lieu of praying. Chanting in Willoughby makeup, “I don’t want to die” was one. Abstract painting was another and then today I called his cell hoping to wish him well, only to find his beloved, who’d just left him in preop. Slightly shocked at how fast things move once they start moving, I decided I should walk bridges, like Arc Along the Watchtower… something physical to focus the energy on positive, forward motion. I ended up walking from Williamsburg over to Manhattan, down through Chinatown, back over Brooklyn Bridge and then back through Carrol Gardens to the Slope. You could call these places new and old stomping grounds. Turns out I was walking more or less the length of his operation (which was several miles).
So I walked an enormous smile shape and meditated on the fragility of all things…. including my feet.
I made it home in a cloud of bubbles that floated and burst around me in sunset soap rainbows. “Forward,” I thought. “You must always move forward. It is the nature of living in Time.” Pop pop pop and it was then that I photographed “fragile” signs on a shipping box. My better half was out on the town, so I cooked some dinner and finally Before Sunset… the sequal to Before Sunrise. As I write this, it is sunrise. Vigil, vigil… I hear by e-mail that things are going well on the left coast.
