In a week and a half, I’ll know better what I have been doing this summer. I do know I’ve been working on a large number of new paintings, all at once. I go back and forth, not only between them, but also thinking they are good, to thinking they need more work, and sometimes even thinking I should toss them. But I keep going. I feel like a train with no caboose.
When I was a child and we lived in Richmond, VA, I used to dream I was on a train that kept going and going and going and I kept trying and trying and trying to jump off, but I never could.
I still can’t.