Reading Zadie Smith's "NW" makes me feel alive. It inspires me to paint my reality. Not to worry about the pretentions of Painting. To make paintings of my secret moments. My silence. My fears. My joys. The objects around me. Who I want to be. Who I am. Who I was. Where I am. Less imagining, more image-ing. The rest will sort itself out over time. Be patient. Be thorough. Be alive, in the body. Closer to my own truth/perception of reality/life/mortality. What it is to be Pete.
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