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