This was begun as a white on black riposte to the black on white painting i just posted about and as its unfinished I’m writing about it after that one which is finished. This was started in December and took on a weird dreamlike Xmas tree scary snow man cross star stone goddess appearance so after New Years I scattered the red pooja powder over it which adhered to the still wet areas and tipped off the excess then brushed the deepest wettest areas of red powder on white oil and this extraordinary flame like gold happened and closer up these beautiful red and orange coral forms

Now I’m waiting for these to dry before I decide what happens next

There is the happened, the happening and the not yet happened (not happened, unhappened, about to happen). Im interested in how the not yet happened becomes the happening. What does that shift look like? Is it the same as something from nothing? Is it mere probability? Fine. But what does it look like? Where does this meta-happening happen?

And where does now go? Into the cold.

So where does the not yet come from? Out from the heat?

But the future hides the death of heat so…

The now goes into the fire

Put a little man on the holy roller

Hollow roller

Hollow man

Paint him nailed

On linen canvas

As thoughts fix you in place

Over and

Over and

Over and

He conceives a grand idea

This tiny Hollowman

To sneeze his way through Proust

One word at a time then

Belch Joyce in broken phrases

As good an idea as any he thinks

After all it is

This platonic clue

That glues us all together

But what if we are unclued?

In Sherlock And The Metabletic Man

Lays concealed

The greatest trick of all –

To die untricked.

Slow flameless fire

Burns the leaves

To red to gold

To skeletons

Then wet black ash

But never

Ever

Let them know

You

Know

They

Know

You

Know

They

Know