Some copper spilled

...onto the canvas yesterday and hardened. I'll always know what I was reading before that painting came to be. Many of my paintings will forever bear the weight of whatever was on my mind when the paint was still wet. The canvas tends to darken as I watch my thoughts drying.

This morning I listened to John MacKenzie read two Milton Acorn poems. I read about the scrolls of Herculaneum on Hassenpfeffer. How this will affect the composition, the color and the way I handle the paint, I've yet to see.