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Riffing on a painting here in the studio, when I'm not doing yard work on the new home...
Sun is out, which makes it hard to get inside and make moves, but when I do, they feel good lately. I feel less like I'm editing, and stalling, and more like I'm moving to some odd music in my head. Although there is music playing here in the studio, it's more like I'm seeing a rhythm then acting on it.
I've still been thinking about Cy Twombly and about his passing yesterday, and again it seems hard to imagine him not here in the world making his wonderful and mysterious paintings and things...

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