Wednesday, November 3, 2021

I don't even like words.

PB told me 56 years ago that I should get the words out of my pieces. I tried, over and over again. I don't even like words. They seem distant and irrelevant to life itself. Someday they will vanish.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like this, Kim. The words are just one layer, near the surface, in a experiencing that is multi-layered. And a center that is color, eye, fish, ambiguous.


I told my grandson Charlie what my teacher told me 60 years ago... that a work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains. So...