i've been working. as hard and for as long as i can manage. i'm reading philosophy and not talking back. i am absorbing and watching and making sweaters. i finished the first one and am so happy. the 2nd is well underway.
Simone Weil by my bed and notebook near and plenty of tea, plenty of black oil, plenty of paper and graphite.
and this...
untitled
44" x 50"
oil on canvas, 2010
...finished just a few minutes ago.
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i thought about this on the way home and cried. i think all the reading and studying you are doing are making a difference in your drawings. quantum leaps in your drawings. fucking incredible.
paintings i mean. i can barely look at it and i can't look away. angela. my god woman.
thank you for this, my dear friend. so so much. you lift me up. i am struggling (mostly) alone in the dark. i know you are in the Blackland too and that knowledge alone is a great comfort for me. a wind at my back, pushing me along, a warm and welcome sail.
(i saw a simone weil quote on your blog a few weeks ago. about attention as the most sincere act of generosity. and it made my eyes well up. it spelled very clearly what i must learn to do. thank you, my sweet friend.)
Is the chain around a fence? I enlarged it but couldn't quite tell...you and fences, I love it.
This is a stunning piece. Listening is so valuable.
hannah! :)
it's a chain through a cement door. i took the photograph this is based on and i really did find a black cement door with a chain and pad-lock strung through it on one of my walks through oakland when i lived there.
sorta like a fence, no?
me and fences is right! hahaha! thank you!
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