A Very Curious Month, November Was………..Oh, Yes, Development Was There In Usual Abundance………………Perhaps Too Much So As Process Was Stifled By The Many Vagaries Of Changing Weather………….Much Work Ended A Brief Life In The Garbage Can……….Nice Stuff Too…………..But Technically Unacceptable(Even For Me)……..Paint Wouldn’t Dry(Excessive Humidity) Or, Paint Would Dry Too Fast(Cold And Very Low Humidity)………….So, The Range Was Smearing Paint To Cracking Paint……..But, In Optimum Periods, I Did Manage(And One Might Add—Frenetically So) To Accumulate A Representative "Showing" For The Month………..Of Course At The Core Of It All Are, As I Constantly Proclaim, Source, Energy, Structure, Formed And Formless…..Form Is Becoming More Temporal…………..Almost Unnecessary………………Can Easily See Now That Imagery Is Under A Constant State Of Distillation…..Distill, Reduce, Add, Subtract……..Forms And Symbols Which Only A Month Ago Were, Or So I Thought, A Part Of My Ever Evolving Visual Vocabulary Are Simply No Longer Necessary To Process……..They Served Their Purpose Well And With Merit But Are No Longer Useful Or Needed………….And At The Same Time Some Old Techniques Abandoned Long Ago Become Useful To Concept……………Word Also(Late In The Month) Finds Its’ Way Back Into The Imagery……………Wonderful Little Catalyst They Are……Many, In Their "Senselessness" Create "Sense" Within The Context Of The Piece………Yes, Little Catalyst, Triggers, Which In Some Inexplicable Fashion Excite Another Part Of The Mind

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Enough On That

On To Other, More Important Matters………………My Swamp…………Recent Rains Have Brought High Water…………..Rather Normal For This Time Of Year(Though "Normal" And The Weather Are Becoming More Elusive As Time Progresses…………)……..And Of Course High Water Means A Very Flooded Swamp………….And Of Course This Means That Soon(I.E….When Temperatures Permit) I’ll Be Kayaking Amongst The Cypress And Tupelo And Oaks And Ironwoods AndAndAnd……………And All Of Course In Leafless Splendour………………It Is Very Much Like Having One’s Own Private Huge Sculpture Garden……………The Eye Is Constantly Carried UP(Much Like My Work)………Leafless Limbs And Branches Become Abstract Entities Unto Themselves Serving No Particular Intent Other Than Their Own Wonder………Dark Forms Against An Infinite Sky Celebrating Their Secret Life Of Winter Slumber…………..Never Never Feel "Alone" Out There(That Condition Only Appears Within My Own Species)……………..So Much Life And Wonder, Even Under The Façade Of Winter………………..Which Of Course(Of Course) Makes One Feel The Same………That Assuming, Of Course………………That One Is Truly A Part…………Yes, Yes, Yes……………To Follow The Silence Of A Gentle Wind Across Dark Flowing Waters’ Of This Very Very Special Place………..To Paddle Effortlessly And Directly Into The Warmth Of Its’ Gentle Grace………….And, Of Course………Into Its’ Moving, Forever Moving….................      

Energy Of Source……And…….Wonder