Waving lightly people talking practice in doing nothing
I wrote on a piece of paper the wish to practice in doing nothing and to make good work from now on. Currently I have these hubcaps on show. People seemed to like them, the form, the reflection, the bit of oil paint in the valve. I am glad. Today is the last day and while sitting there I planned to do some writing here, to ventilate my amateurship and maybe note down some eavesdropping. I am not going to argue with visitors about their behaviour.
It’s nice when you can give each other meaning.
you want to hustle around is what you want.
Put it in put it out.
It’s still still. Tomorrow I will start a pink painting.
And a pink poem.
In front of a church on an empty square a man was standing watching a naked wall singing a religious song just loud enough for me to hear. He was wearing a white helmet with two black stripes running from the back to the front. This almost beautiful scene must have been the pink poem because this color was missing. And it was me watching.
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