Observations (in the raw)
I'm gessoing a canvas today. At this stage, everything that resembles creativity is a haze. It's the tiny minutiae that comes into focus. I find myself picking tiny dog hairs out of the gesso. And I study defects in the weave. These things tend to disappear with the first brushstrokes, but for now, they are major players.
In between coats, I am reading passages from Robert Kull's, Solitude.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...