When I paint, I think I furnish not eternity but right-now. At least sometimes. Often enough, in any case, to bring me back to my studio day after day.
Giffels, telling the story of using a router outfitted with a tongue-in-groove bit to shape the edge of a long pine board, gives words to what I think of as the now of painting: An hour passed, then another. Eventually, I became one with the process, a transformation I've always savored. First one enters the work, then the work enters oneself.
First I enter the work, then the work enters me. I am grateful each and every time the work enters me.
There has already been much back and forth with my patch in progress below. I enter the work, the work enters me, I enter the work, the work enters me.
Gonna let it "chill" overnight and see what I think tomorrow.
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