I feel as if at any moment something could happen. As if out of nowhere, anything could pop up, and change everything forever. Maybe it's because I'm in New York, or maybe I'm sensing whatever it is of the anima mundi, which itself knows where the hand of fates directs the courses of these, our streams of being. And God help me, I'm beginning to feel as I'm going to make it — not just survive in this ordinary world, but actually make something of myself. Make a name for myself, and all that. I really can't say what it is that I'm expecting to happen; maybe this is what it is meant by, to expect the unexpected. Like there is a charge in the air, and down to my fingertips, I am aware of the electricity. Who knows? Maybe it is nothing. Maybe this will pass, and I will wonder why I got so excited. But maybe...
Strawberry
4:16am wednesday, 19th july
"Something truely new"..... it is enormus fun to do what hasn't been done before.
It is so annoying when I read magazine articles about "the end of painting", how, all the good art ideas have already happened so, now we must turn to sculpture. or video. or photography.
The author of the New is usually the first to recognize because he/she knows the field well enough to understand what came before and specifically where the divergence in their own material is.
Strawberry