...the past couple days, so I spent part of the morning searching for nothingness. One topic in this bit about nothing held my attention for quite some time: "The problem of multiple nothings."
Perhaps nothing held my attention too tightly. Indeed, I blame the problem of multiple nothings on the problems I had with my painting today. The biggest issue I had was with the process itself. It felt so unfamiliar. My approach to watercolor seems to have changed against my will and so has my approach to color. Nothing went right at all.
Here are some comments on "Nothing Gold Can Stay", a poem by Robert Frost that fits well the day.