The expanses, lacking in viviosity, truly expansive. Consecutive nights of dreaming throwing forward the vagues of night-time memory into my morning, an oxygen while I wake.
A demanding relay of information, sweeps of a brush, a gradual watercolour wash of affection.
The working out of a composition, a gradual, cumulative sequencing of visuals, increasing the appetite with a beautifully manufactured, and restrictive, easing of reticence, as though seeing was detesting, but gradually the guilt subsides.
The picturesque, not just as a symbol, but the actual manifestation of thought, the garnering and accumulation of disparate concepts and threads, brought into fruition through the complex entwining of sign and symbol, the visual and conceptual, brought into understanding through influence and assimilation.