In every process there are some parts that are more exciting and there are some parts that are more boring. That’s just the facts and no way around it. Continue reading →
Now this little thing you see very simply as I wrote it––night, evening, snowstorm, woods, dark, late, snow falling among the alders, and trees, and with a little poetic exaggeration, you know (to see the woods fill up with snow). Did they fill up? How high? See. You want to know. Don’t ask me. Continue reading →
where go the hours •
hurrying down to shadow •
waiting for the night. Continue reading →
How can I continue to wish I have a bigger variety of blacks? That just silly! Continue reading →
Compose in the sequence of musical phrase, not in sequence of a metronome.
