I think about what I've done already, what worked, see how I can make it better, do something I haven't tried, combine colors and enjoy combinations, add water, add something else, stop for awhile, come back, lay them out, think up something new, see something inspiring like the Vishnu show or read something good like Just Kids, check my posture (bad back), watch some YouTube, pack up the animal ceramics, raise the desk, go to the farmer's market, look at two colors vibrating at dusk, make a list, go swimming, plan, start, big brush, rush, little brush, no rush, no brush, just words, or colors, or shapes, like eyes, or seeds, or drops, splashes, bundles, rocks, objects, subjects, and the rest. "No run-on sentences," I warn my students. How long can this go on for? Another 40 years, perhaps 50 if we're lucky. I should turn on the fan. A constant electric buzz rattles your mind. Makes your eardrums stiffen.

So I paint with acrylics for now. They come in a bottle with a squirt top that I don't like mostly because paint dries in the tip making it useless for the life of the bottle all save for the first couple of squirts. They are, however, saturated. And I've been reading about cement: the new acrylic. It's a lot tougher. Do you know where I can find white cement? Oh, by the way, I highly recommend watching Jim Gaffigan: King Baby. He has some very important messages about bacon, escalators, fatherhood, and talking to yourself. Also, a lot of people don't like art or books. How can you say, "I don't like books?" I don't like thinking. Or eating. And some people seem to have avoided ADD. Getting back to The Subjects, I just handed them over today. There are 32 of them (I am no Jennifer Bartlett) and there might be more. No more tonight, except looking for white cement.

Talk to you later,

Nichole