Monday, January 22

• The laundry fluttering in the early morning breeze, peach overlayed on deeper orange-pink, the green sheet picking up the bright green of the tree beneath,

• The fluorescent floor rags fluttering against the blank monolith of a building, like tiny lost flags.

• The way a painter's dress palette tends to match their painting palette. Noticed my students' clothing today matched their works. Bright red hat for the woman painting in clean colors, quiet tertiaries for the woman painting in earth tones.

• The weekly dramatic transformation of the dusty window. Now, an intensifying graph of dark lines marches up the bottom, while a deeper, darker, spread shape intersects the window. Below it is lighter, above dirtier, except for the streak of cleaner glass.  Reminded of DaVinci, and his advice to find compositional inspiration in old walls. Old windows can work as well.

• The dark petals on the closed rose bud are almost the same color as the red new leaves sprouting around it.

• The lost alienation of bus stops...

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