It’s important to pay attention: the light, what’s in the frame, the cropping. How it all wants to go, that’s all that really matters.

Adhering to what must be.


When the world no longer makes sense, how do you make sense of it?

(Elisif died. What sense is there in that?)

Here is what I said:

“When something like that happens, it’s like being in a tiny dinghy at the top of a huge dam, and the dam bursts and all you can do is hold on and let the current take you wherever it wants. All you can do is hold on.”


I had to stop painting. I needed a dab of cobalt blue but did not have it in my palette. After hours, no art supply store nearby. I had to stop.

It’s important to pay attention. If just anything will do, then we’re lost.


Piet Mondrian, age 74, decades of rigorous art making behind him, marked by a style of stabilizing horizontal and vertical black lines, encasing rectangles and squares of whites, reds, yellows, and blues. Variations, yes, but always those hard lines. And then: Broadway Boogie-Woogie.

Philip Guston, a career amongst the abstract expressionists, right up there with the likes of deKooning and Pollock. A serious painter. And then: those klansmen in cars, ridicule inevitable.

Alberto Giacometti, a rising star of the Surrealism movement, fundamentalists against realism. And then: a figure drawing sketch (to work things out) necessitates existential pursuit, humiliating expulsion follows.


It’s important to pay attention. Rules don’t apply. Will doesn’t apply. Not even desire. There is only the current. Holding on.