Bounce

Consider how paint dries on a warm spring morning; almost before I can get it off the brush.

And then what?

Consider the possibility that I am not an abstract painter at all; I am a representational painter who makes abstractions of the actual visual objects he encounters.

I don't have a studio per se, I don't have assistants. I work alone down in the garage, or upstairs in the room with a view.

Small paintings are all I have space for, so I make small paintings.

Titantim white is my favorite color, until I find cadmium red--a pigment consisting of a mixture of cadmium sulfide, cadmium selenide, and barium sulfate.

I discover yellow late in life, or at least what I think of as late in life, and instead of being sad about the late discovery I'm very happy.

Consider the

possibility

that I am not a painter at all.

I once considered myself a poet, a person who grows accustomed to making beautiful but always unrealized portraits out of words and gives them away while learning to expect no response. I'm the mathematician of loneliness, but I'm no good with numbers.

Consider the possibility that I am not a poet at all, a poet being a writer, and I am now a painter who believes that if I was really a poet I wouldn't write.

The goal in my painting today is to see how far I can make the white paint go.

Brooks RoddanMay 4, 2020