Listen lad, just put goo on the brush, move it to the canvas!

Problem is, sometimes I am exploring what mere
paint will not inform or communicate what I wish to share, something I
have learned in the flow of rill, noting the gravity pulling both
thoughts and meaning toward oceans, my source, and yes, to the familiar
words where I must live and move. Mystery is full in the rill and defies
easy understanding fundamental in my being, where little is required to
pin meaning with explanations. I do not find peace in the dreamy drift
or sensuality, only energy for expression. The Rill is where I must live
and function in my thrust into the complexities of life.

It is early at present, only five in time and facts of light are now
beginning to reveal the focused outline of shapes in my vision only
suggested earlier. The reveal begins to define even more about source
and flow if I look in the first place. Just another rill and channel for
me to explore on this day… and perhaps next, on into a place Homer
spoke of in an island of intoxication about ideas and the
senses—Nepenthe. Perhaps this is a place only covering all feeling with
distraction, or even suspension of control, into drift and flow of life
itself?

I do not think this is the case, and would share with you, this is
where I live, work and thrive (internally at the least) as an
artist/painter. This would be accurate enough, but now I would express
my humility, not always conscious nor expressed directly. As Popeye
said, “I yam what I yam!” I leave the judgements to critics bringing a
kind of accuracy to the rill (the gods forbid this for me) with their
reflections. More important elements remain in understanding, and
grokking what I realize in use of creative tools in tactile terms first.
Elusive meanings are obscured in collective marks of art, perhaps more
than anyone could/should be arrogant about, nor sufficiently satisfied,
or even complacent enough to feel as though arrival is assured at
sufficient meaning and understanding. This rill mystery is about
journey, includes more cumulative meaning than fact(s), holding many
cascades and experiential elements just occurring a moment ago.
Hopefully, new ones will occur in the next few moments.

Sounds a little abstract doesn’t it? Thoughts are always wider,
broader than seems possible to contain more than small expressions at a
core more in the nature of poetic. You are correct, but please notice,
with as much precision and suspend for a moment, a need for real world
terms of understanding and functioning, to allow travel with the rill
into swirling currents of cool liquid. Then wash yourself in bubbles and
backwash of push and pulls of water flowing over sand. It is likely you
may find revealing an element of understanding eluding you previously.

My experience, only true for me of course, and perhaps relevant only
directly for me. I can only speak to and relate from my seventy plus one
year journey to share all my understandings. It is a risk on several
levels, and not withstanding the judgments arriving inevitably, I
embrace all I receive in this life—time is now short. Soon I must leave,
I have not finished the meal before me—what a feast! There is little
time. Eat up, lad, there is more to see over there, just beyond that
bend in the road, pulling us further along in the rill, always moving
toward the sea, mother to us all.