On The Wind

“MARKS”, 1999, 11″ x 11″, m/m

I just spent an hour writing about the oil spill.

And I deleted the whole thing because I let myself start feeling into the weird dampness in the skies of Santa Fe the past couple days…

I was realizing there is much, much more on this wind from the South than we can perceive.

The stuff between the lines is always most potent and that vast territory is holding me hostage.

I am rendered wordless this morning.

I need a new language .

I’ll leave it at that until something makes it’s way to the surface and wants to be said.


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