At a party this weekend, a little bored and trapped in a difficult situation, I attacked a communal easel, with huge gobs of acrylics. Black, red, cobalt blue. Dark, imbalanced, chaotic. On this I placed little inchoate marks of teal, trees or bird’s feet. Hard to describe what I felt on seeing it: unlike anything I’ve ever done before or felt. When I left I saw someone had painted something over it. Funny, it still hurts to think about it.

Second installment in my RCIA journal posted. These should be appearing every Thursday or Friday.