◄ #9,
January 2006 January 21, 2006. Lac Ouaureau. Late afternoon. The most important things I’ve seen since this morning are my
ragged-bandaged thumb with the nail stained dark with quinacridone
crimson, and the very shaggy gray hair of my crotch as I took off my pants
to put on my paint-suit…
And since we artists only
paint what is important to us (not to you), I guess my thumb and my pubic
hair will be it for now..
