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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”
― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959
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It’s probably been forty years since I last read Albert Camus‘ books, The Stranger and The Plague. I remember the affect each had on me at that time and can easily see how these books might have relevance in these times as well. As can the the words of advice above taken from Camus’ notebooks.
“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk.”
It seems as though an existentialist or absurdist, however one categorizes Camus, would be an appropriate voice for these times.
The painting at the top, Private Space, is going with me down to the Principle Gallery tomorrow when I deliver the work for my annual solo show there. This year’s edition is titled Social Distancing and opens next Friday, June 5.
I chose the words from Camus at the top to accompany this 15″ by 30″ painting because that list bit of it– “Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be” — seemed to express exactly what I was seeing in this painting.
Plus I most often opt for privacy and solitude in my own life and I am pretty sure I am not antisocial.
Well, not completely.
I might be considered cordially antisocial. Perhaps an affable misanthrope? Is that a thing?
I kind of see both of those things in this painting. There’s an approachable element in the Red Tree but also a sense that it wants to be at a distance from others. It doesn’t reject the world but wants to face it on its own terms, in its own way.
I can live with that definition– for this painting and myself.
Have a good day.




I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Never doubt that a small number of dedicated people can change the world; indeed it is the only thing that ever has.
I am calling this new painting, an 18″ by 24″ canvas, Where the Circle Meets. I am thinking of that part of a circle where the beginning starts and the end terminates, doing so constantly and endlessly through cycle after cycle until one is almost indistinguishable from the other. The beginning contains the end and the end contains a beginning.
October and the rampant heat of summer is finally letting go. There’s a little color coming into the trees but it seems muted against the slate grayness of the clouds that are bringing us some much needed rain. The change of seasons seems to be upon us and soon the green of the grass will be a bleached beige and the green clad trees will shed their leaves exposing the bone grey structures of the trees. Color fades and everything takes on a the colors of the earth– shades of gray and brown.
If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything, it is open to everything. In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s mind there are few.
First, too many thanks to send out to everyone who made yesterday’s talk at the West End Gallery such a fun event. That may well be one of the most enjoyable talks I’ve participated out of the many that I’ve done. What a wonderful and engaged group of folks! They were so welcoming and warm that it made me feel very comfortable and free to tell my little stories. I had a good time and I hope they did as well.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.