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 and ‘what-ever-it-is’ is too big for me to negotiate at the moment and make any sense.

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.

And I’ll leave it at that until something makes enough sense to make it into form.


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