It's been difficult to write; not for lack of time and not because my brain has not been writing but because turning creative energy towards the physical act has largely resulted in painting and painting-related duties, like duct taping together a big cardboard cross so I can paint it and make some kind of sculpture of Christ to put on it as is my heraldric right and, for some idiot yet fundamental reason, my spiritual task.
Painting--really, working with pigment and other media, as I use a lot of different stuff--is more immediately helpful with the kind of psychic distress I am enduring. Words feel like a hard pull. Got a good flow going with the painting and the drawing and stuff.
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Those words were ok, cuz they were about painting. But what now? Maybe I should write about my painting thoughts.
But I'm a fucking writer, guys. I write the word thoughts already. Everything else has to go through its own proper channels. Playing music, painting--these are not really word thoughts things to engage in for me. Describing what it is only goes so far.
Just feels good to put the color down and make the lines and shapes. What else is there? The mind goes to a place.
--JL
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