Mediocrity

I keep thinking about the best things I've ever made.

There is nothing essentially to them besides their newness. I've grown to resent them.

In my table of contents I hope they mean so little. 

Here is where the conflict rests, of course, nobody is forcing anybody to paint. 

But I love it, I NEED IT.

I just don't need it this way.

"Lucy" 12" x 12" oil on canvas, 2014. C. Fralic

I don't like your dog.

Wait until you see what I love.

You'll fall off the page and I hope you'll scrape your knees.

Two marks you can't forget. Twin scabs.

Every time they itch I'll get a new idea.

Here's to letting go of the creature comfort which nurtures me: 

mediocrity.