on this the eve of the birth of our nation
a flood of thoughts while i was painting the cupcake today. all of them fleeting. nearly gone as i type.
troubled waters in the painting. interesting. challenging my perceptions of the cupcake. still, i realize the cupcake is what it is...terrible phrase that...i mean to say the cupcake is neutral. in the same way, the environment is equally neutral. there is something there. i look at the cupake's painting and think the waters are troubled, but the waters simply are.
i am very near something monumental.