NPR played Bolero tonight and I picked up my brushes and the reds and yellows jumped out at me. I don't think this is finished, but I see the summer heat and the passion of the music reflected on the canvas. It's rude, it's crude, but it's getting there. Getting where, I don't really know. I had a conversation with Andre this afternoon and he paints the same way -- He lets the painting just flow. Neither of us start with a firm, absolute idea of where we're going. Maybe that's also a pretty good definition of my lifestyle. Things happen. Sometimes you'd like to plan, but it just doesn't work. What you expect rarely turns out that way.
Some of the heat on my canvas may have also been borrowed from last night's screening of "Go Low." It could be the movie of the year. If you see it, I promise you, you won't forget it. Bill Murray, Robert Duval and Sissy Spacek. An incredible cast and a story that came out of Georgia's hills. A country story based on real people. Relatives of Duval's character were in the audience!
