Before I left Portland I heard an interview with a jazz pianist on the radio. I wish I could remember his name but I was driving and distracted. I do remember that it was International Jazz Day and I do remember something he said: Jazz is universal because it involves improvisation and we all improvise every day. A conversation is an improvisation if you think about it.
By the end of the day yesterday I was covered in paint up to my shoulders, had forgotten to eat since breakfast, and left the milk out on the counter. All because of a conversation. The two side-by-side paintings kept up their banter, pushing each other to better places. The conversation between the three of us was quite exhilarating. One resolved itself with a stack (thanks Corey), the other with tears.
As I worked with the two, I would turn for calm to my landscape. If you can call it calm. That's the one that caused the paint up to my shoulders. I do believe it's time to move on.
