April 04, 2008
The Taste Of ...
There are paintings on three walls and several surfaces, all in varying states of progress, some near finished.
I walk around a large work table in the center of the room, occasionally reaching for a sip of coffee or a favorite nibble, a honey butter flavored Pringle Stix which makes a really fine appetite suppressant.
I study various works, making an occasional mark, line or gesture with a stick of vine charcoal... indications that something else needs to happen in that area.
I move on, eyes glued to the work in progress... another sip of coffee, another nibble...
I've picked up and chowed down on the charcoal stick, not the honey butter cracker stick... I wipe and spit until all is clear but the taste remains... and it's really yuck!
Some days are like that...
**just realized the above painting isn't quite finished... must have had a thought interrupted!