The whole time I have been painting 'Evolution Theory," which is seven big canvases, I have had verbal ideas dancing about in my brain. I conveyed these verbal notions in color, texture, pattern and visual narrative on the canvases.
Now, as I sit down to draft an explanation of the series, I am struggling with words. Of course, this could have something to do with the budding oak, cottonwood and maple trees. I love trees, budding trees do not love me.
There was a time, when I primarily wrote and did very little visual work, that I could convey any thought to a word or phrase or paragraph or book. Lately, I have become so visual that I feel I may have lost some of my writerly abilities. All this means is that I need to journal more, using both verbal and visual elements. I think it also means I need to use the saline rinse and swallow another allergy tablet.
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