Finding Structure

Everything has already begun. I heard it before I opened my eyes. It’s important to be aware of what is around you, what people are doing, how to hang huge sheets of paper on a wall and draw.

The nature of your material affects how you will begin to speak.

Trying to connect words into sentences makes me hungry for hanging paper that spans the ceiling to the floor, and a fat crayon, preferably soluble, so my arms can move overhead or out away from me, deliberately. Quickly. Assuredly. For this is how I comprehend precision.

It is unmistakable.

For a very long time I refused erasers. Just yesterday the idea that I could redo a painting I don’t like was offered to me. Some ideas are lodged so deeply in us people can be born and die before we are able to remove them.