Fri late morning: quiet. Keith Jarret plays effortlessly on the 'Paris' CD
Thumbnail sketches flow to assess thoughts, I rehearse yesterday
Yet again I rework ideas for the canvas reclaimed yesterday.
dark grey and dirty orange describe a new scheme - as above section shows
trying to be something will always fail
allowing what is myself is the only real way
if that naturalness does not work as a creative force then all is lost
still creativity will not be commanded or contained by theory
work, work till 4.30pm when I throw my brushes and rag at it. erasure follows.
gathering the strands of belief I will swing at it again after supper to recoup the afternoon
8.00pm even with Bob Marley it all failed: cleaned up in disgust.