You paint, and then you look.
Then you paint some more, and look again.
Look, look, and look. Almost stare.
Then you paint for a while, quite a long time, and then you glare.

You talk too — to the materials, to the brush, to the walls, and to solitude.
Then you paint and look. Sit and look.
Stand, lean, and look, look, look, look.
Try to see what it is you’re looking at.

And somewhere, near the end of the middle,
the painting might start to hum.
Then it could be finished,
or it might just go on like this for months.
Week after week, all the way to where the career never took off.

It’s not easy, but it’s incredible.

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