Detail/Random

Once again when I paint I feel like the most random creature on the planet. I was never that way and love photography as it pulls on the more organized graphic side of my head. But paint has become formless, drippy and without composition. So I try to just go for color and mark and let the camera do the other kind of work. We shall see.

We saw Arthur Miller's All My Sons last night; I am still reeling from it. Then just after the bows and applause a board consultant for the long-standing Intiman Theatre came out to tell the audience that they had to cancel the season due to financial shortfalls. It was like two deaths that left one utterly speechless. It was a headline in this morning's paper - I wonder if maybe some big donor will come along and save them? That would be an amazing intervention!