Some things are just comfortable. Some sounds, some mannerisms.
Some routines. Some rituals. They just feel right.
For some reason, I am extremely obsessed with the human body.
And the fragility, the unseen fractures within it.
Some things are just comfortable. Really, they just are.
Like when I board the train, and I hear the voice ring out, “Stand clear of the closing doors, please.”
Or when I’m on a bus anywhere and it’s “stop requested.”
As far as painting, nothing has changed since these pictures (terrible quality, on a lousy cell camera back in 2007),
I still prefer to do my painting as close to the ground as possible.
Have got an easel of sorts that never gets used.
Something about my center of gravity being closer to stronger forces that keep my body from floating away, I guess.
So, I’ll keep riding the trains and crouching like Golem over my taped down pieces.
It’s nice for some things to not need change, don’t you think?
