mmmmmmmm

i've been at the canvas since 9. i am present and don't care about the clock. there was something i was going to do today but decided painting all day is a much better decision. i am young today. i am brewing a half pot of coffee. i am thinking about evelyn hampton. this piece in particular. it has a familiar light in it. there is a reverie that swells up, all achy and maroon, from the the repetition of words. and somewhere in there is a piece of my childhood too.