what am i doing? i am looking online for pretty pictures, wishing i knew what kind of pictures i would like to see, that would make it easier. i am turning off the fan because it is too chilly in here. i am thinking inordinately fond thoughts about northwest ohio & then feeling sad that it has come to this, i actually have fond thoughts about bleak old northwestern ohio.
i am ignoring that looming-in-the-alley feeling that september is giving me.
i am deciding that gerhard richter paintings are what i want to look at, i think.
last night i said to jeff, "after andy, no one else had to jump up & down waving their hands & screaming, My paintings are all about the surface!" thank god i have found someone willing to listen to me talk endlessly endlessly about painting. (on the other hand this morning doing the crossword i drew a complete blank on jean-baptiste-camille corot. this is because i think french realism is a waste of my time.)
