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.
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