The Spirit Must Be Felt So Intensely

Sometimes I Could Quit Paint And Take To Charring. It Must Be Fine To Clean Perfectly, To Shine And Polish And Know That It Could Not Be Done Better. In Painting That Never Occurs.

Trying To Find Equivalents For Things In Words Helps Me Find Equivalents In Painting.

If The Air Is Jam-full Of Sounds Which We Tune In With, Why Should It Not Also Be Full Of Feels And Smells And Things Seen Through The Spirit, Drawing Particles From Us To Them And Them To Us Like Magnets?

Over And Over One Must Ask Oneself The Queston, 'what Do I Want To Express? What Is The Thought Behind The Saying? What Is My Ideal, What My Objective? What? Why? Why? What?

You Come Into The World Alone And You Go Out Of The World Alone Yet It Seems To Me You Are More Alone While Living Than Even Going And Coming.