For the last three days I've walked around in my studio building a new still life, placing and moving props like chess pieces in a game I play with myself.
There are broad parameters - a drape above, a wooden surface below - but within that beckoning space, I combine and break apart, add and subtract. It's an elusive visual goal I'm chasing, a kind of balance of form and color that is both firmly rooted and on the cusp of destabilization. Time disappears. I forget to eat. I don't hear Robert talking to me. It feels like a trance, some kind of self hypnosis that hooks up allegory with intuition.
I don't know exactly how I'll finally get there, but experience assures me that when I see it, I'll know it.
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