The French mathematician Poincaré said, “Thought is only a flash between two long nights.” Artists work by these flashes of thought . . .
Robert Motherwell, “Symbolism,” 24 February 1954
Every January, I take my New Year’s resolutions seriously, working on them over a period of days, and then checking up on them weekly and monthly till well into the new year. One of my resolutions this year was to create a work of art every day, even if only a 5 x 7″ drawing, suitable for matting and sleeving. I am two works of art over my quota, having ten at the close of this eighth day. I feel a smug sense of satisfaction over that.
A second resolution concerned two bedrooms in my home that I cannot keep from turning into cluttered storerooms. The one pictured above I called my “Motherwell Room” last year when I used it for matting and processing my inventory for upcoming art shows. But then, I began unloading freight into the room, and until this evening, one could not even enter the room for the stacks of junk. Around 10:00 p.m., I decided to start on the process of getting the room back into working order. In the midst of the cleaning, I got my second wind, and before I knew it, the room reached the point as can be seen pictured above. At this I am very, VERY pleased! Tomorrow I shall sit in it with a smug smile of serenity, sip from my cup of coffee, look about at my new clearn surroundings, and do something creative in its midst, celebrating a new year and a new beginning. Poincaré could be right–perhaps something has flashed between two long nights.
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