I spend a lot of time watching paint dry. I like it. The shiny, wet slowly being overtaken by the matte. In some ways a walking meditation. I've been thinking alot about the abstract. How most of womanhood is a complete abstraction to maleness. That simply telling a straightforward story may be indecipherable to some. I thnk that's why the Profiles in Nature have taken a more abstract turn. The deeper the honesty I end up tapping, the more obscure the refrence. And so on, with the colors and mark making. I think there is more interpretation required in viewing realism, no hints in the thickness of paint or line. I did just read a Kasner quote that said "All art is Abstract", and I felt at once seen and cradled by the wisdom of the women artists before me.
