March 10, 2008.
Lac Oaureau, late afternoon.
#5a-h, March 2008
I copied the texts out of the last month or two of miscellaneous notes, and then made the paintings without considering the texts. The texts were about living and dying; the paintings were about the “color sounds” of the rainbow. The problem has been how to get the texts—the words of the song—somehow into the image that is the music—not even considering the questionable literary quality of the texts…

Later on, as I worked on all of them at once, I noticed—
The real key of the whole theme is “Where the blood goes.”

#5a, March 2008… muddy blacks with some quinacridone maroon
The rainbow sound of all of us.
From thin to thick
And thick to thin,
From light to dark
And back again
Hear the sound,
Write the words
The rainbow song of all of us.

And then, at the end of working came
“Put the darkness at the end in each—
say go your way, go your way, go your way…”