The beginnings were less enfogged here. The feeling and form articulate from the onset. A new approach. Though the elevation and geography morphed with the tone. Gestating as a beach, the green brought me back to those New England hills. An exact day specifically, a Saturday afternoon in October 2004. Sunny + brisk, western Massachusett's Oxbow and town below, us heaving and happy, unsure of life's next step. But in that moment, all prospects arrayed.
Retaining openness alongside the container, I may have begun to excavate where I want to bring the paintings. Hallelujah for week 7. Begin.
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