and suddenly i'm so very tired of making the paintings about solitude, and told jose unexpectedly that i wanted to make a painting of people

in a room, just talking or reaching for their drinks, 

fingertips on a plant leaf or glaring or kissing each other.

so i just had this thought, 

that actually;

possibly

fights or something,

some violent suprising action,

maybe girl fights cause

that gun-toting woman professor 

from alabama keeps 

haunting me with thoughts of

a scorned feminine brutality.

and if i'm not making paintings 

about solitude

than i'd like to make something

about girlness.

that dark horse girl thing.

the fascination with the
flung feminine thing.
that stupid myth,
cause eventhougheverything
is dry rot
i do like to make myth live.