until love } forty

a constellation of forty galaxies

It might look like I’m just playing around, but this is what I do when I’m stuck. My portrait of Paul Newman went very well until I got to the watch, which I have done and redone maybe seven or eight times now. So I get in a rut and I can’t do anything but…play around. So in the meantime I’ll be playing with my polyhedra; so far forty and counting. Until I find love, until I’m unstuck. Whichever comes first. At the end of the day, they’re both the same thing.

sometimes i fall but i always spring back up like a rubber ball

just like candy, but without the calories

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and then reality hits: clean up time. back to paul newman, back to everyday life