In the studio again:
moving the painting on –
I can’t just stay in the same spot.
The ground beneath my feet moves with me
Though I am still in love with it,
it is barely begun.
I introduce red and cultivate its extension.
The red suggests its own shape,
I follow it
and feed it.
What a beautiful liberty
and synchronicity of being.
This material satisfies me entirely
I am afoot with my vision
(thank you Dear Whitman)
Knowing what it needs
I feed it some more of itself,
of myself.
and why red?
because it was there already,
what I have to hand
and because
We are blood,
We are bodies.
I am on common ground?
I have to leave it flat.
(though I crave to see it on screen)
I shall feast
from the screen.
Leave it, don’t overbear on it.
Tomorrow, perhaps
Patience, self-control.
I know where I am coming from
whence we came
I know where I am going?
We are going where?