I painted tonight. I had a list of things to do in the studio that didn't involve painting. Generally, I do the things that should be done. But tonight I didn't. I put it all away and painted.
Sometimes, the work is like this.
Once in a while, the work gets so much like this, all else disappears,
and the work becomes everything,
and, for just that little while,
I get it.
For a moment, I get it. It's one more brief glimpse at all that rings true.
I so miss Ron Walotsky. He was many things to me, layers and levels of artist and friend but, of all that, the most important thing about Ron was really that he got it.