Color Me Quiet

I drafted a manifesto once that outlined vague “rules” in painting, such as: do not use white pigment until the final layer (I’ve since X-d out this one); when blending turns to unconscious muddy-ing, hit it strike it and drip it (the gung-ho enthusiasm can take a back seat but I’ll still share a ride with it); etc.

The manifesto served its purpose, but has become historical— because I’ve moved on from essential rules, and believe more in a dynamic system. It was once disheartening that I lacked imagination, but now I’m quite settled in that regard: I like what I see in front of me.