anti:freeze

lost notes, recovered:

Mondrian moving away from objects (opposite: moving toward them, as in american culture)

The terrorist goes to a strip bar to avoid looking like a terrorist (the terrorist goes to a strip bar because he likes strip bars)

so uncomfortable with people you have to make them into squares

forensic scientist as special expert, with vision into the unseen

The painter is trying figures again, painting two young girls amidst the forest and flowers. His critics do not understand what he's trying to do. It's not about portraits. He is trying to show people what they could be. Thus he paints the girls red, washes them in the stain of the next world.

A figure in space?

What about space inside a figure?

How tall do you suppose a building has to be before it dissolves into the immaterial?

The critic will ask: If the painter can't paint people, why does he paint? Can the painter paint people? Aren't all people just high-level abstractions?

If the painter can't paint ideas, why does he paint? Can the painter paint ideas?

The man who reads the bible to himself, under his breath (the one who sits at the center table at the cafe, the one who hasn't showered in months, so thin the bones of his knees poke through his pants) buys a small square of dark chocolate every day. He likes the texture of the foil, how it feels when he opens it. I can tell because he opens it slowly, crinkling the thin silver between his fingers.

*some of these notes became their own notebooks, and later, their own essays ... funny to see them again in their raw form.