2:19 PM: light rain is falling.better than no rain at all. leadbelly is singing you can't lose me cholly. i did a big scrape n' rub this morning, delighting in the physicality of it all, and energized by the prospect of thunderstorms.
i got down to the bits that wouldn't go away, leaving a scantily clad canvas which, if it could have, would have jumped up, wrapped itself in a towel and exited the studio, still wet hair loose about her shoulders.
it all took place on my work table, where various palette knives, old washcloths & big trowels moved vigorously across the linen, catching recently applied globs of titanium white oil paint & straeking them across the surface like a crazi skate boarder high on drugs.
they hang next to one another now in the dim, overcast-sky light. released from their darker, more pronounced marks and relieved to be free. at least for now, from my sweeping scrapes & scrubs, they are settling in to their new, subtle reality.