This will be the last blog in a while. I’ve been writing to you for a year, and this is the 81st entry. I’m not getting a response, even when I ask friends directly for one. So, when something “important” comes to mind, I’ll get it down; otherwise, I’ll just keep on painting because I’m burnt out talking to myself.
The show at the Art Museum approaches with reasonable speed. I’ve made a list with four spaces to check for each of the 24 paintings: varnished, signed, labeled, and wired. At this point, I’m not sure they all have names. I’ve called the show “Images of Thought,” because I think thoughts and ideas look like something as they come into our minds, attach to other ideas, and become entrenched in a context. If all this talk about ideas is metaphorical (as it most be), then why not in images as well as words. That’s the aim, anyway.
I’m varnishing, signing, labeling, and wiring today, and I will be for the next two weeks. Then I can start worrying about what to wear.