and then I deleted it

smoke storm, mixed media on canvas, 16 x 10 inches. Because I need more nudity in my work.

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I had big, wide-ranging post to go here, sourced from a text file that I'd been nurturing all week, full of sound ideas and rewarding links ... but I threw it in the trash (or "Trash"). In an accident. And now that it's gone this digital note seems like something wonderful, like some bit of on-the-train genius scribbled down and stuffed in a pocket and then lost in the laundry. Only now I don't have to go through the disappointment of finding it and oh-so-carefully unfolding it and seeing just how ordinary it was, because "Trash" takes care of that for you, in that special forever kind of way.

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One thing I can retrieve from the mental trash/memory bin is wanting to say something about Leon Golub, whose work I have just recently rediscoverd. He painted narratives about power. If you know me at all, you'd guess I'd dig that. His stuff is formidable.

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Speaking of power, I let these two little mercenaries into my studio recently so they could try their scratchy hands at a canvas. They each did a side, and shared quite well, and made a mess and got dirty and painted something unique and lovely.