2:19 PM: today i entered my studio with verve and impeccable non-attachment. like a butterfly on holiday. i made another studio creek-scape on 20x20" portrait linen. shades of milton avery announced themselves. but with a 2018 awareness of the fast approaching end of all things familiar, whatsoever.
flim flam music entertained the space and memories of a naked boy immersing himself in 40 degree stream water. tremulous was the hand, but sure and steady, incomprehensibly certain through and above time.
on saturday i got a box of pullet eggs from judy at the kiosk. they are, she said, smaller but with larger yolks. good, she added, for baking.