Deep into the night,
orbits and ideas spin,
ending with a yes.
The gesture of this painting is declarative and sincere. It’s why the title ends with the word ‘yes’. It was made on new year’s day, which was cloudy and cold but I was thinking about the year ahead of making things. Today it reminds me of the writer E.B. White. I imagine him reserved and thoughtful. There is a photo of him sitting at a typewriter in his weathered wood writing shack in Maine with a screenless window framing a view of the water.
He said, ”All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world." I believe we need as many people as possible who think this way, who would say this, and who would make things in the service of this idea. I don’t see it as positivity for positivity’s sake, it is a hard belief to hold on to, but more powerful than anything when it is wholeheartedly felt.