Anyway, So Now You Know — IFSF PUBLISHING

I’ve never told anyone that I’m reading Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans, and that I’m reveling in it, as if it is a discovery!

I’ve also been thinking a lot about the word anyway, how the word anyway is used so frequently these days in ordinary colloquial conversation, whenever I am having a conversation with a friend, C_________for instance or M_________, the word anyway is a kind of semi-punctuation, a semi-colon (;) a semiotic signal that the speaker is taking a breath so as to say something new, or something related to the topic at hand, or to continue a line of speech, whether or not what will be said next is not necessarily something new.

By the way, my new paintings have been voted off the island. I’ve been declared a practitioner of indigenous abstraction, told to pack my belongings and scram. No one understands my work! It’s true that I like some of my paintings more than other of my paintings, and some of the titles more than the paintings themselves, and sometimes the painting and the title together cancel one another out so that judgement itself is moot. But I will go on making paintings with or without a title, knowing now that I’m in enemy territory and will have to carry a first-aid kit.

Sunrise here in Cody, Wyoming occurs later in the day and sunset occurs earlier: the official sun rise lingers until 6:59 am, a late riser, and the sun sets earlier in the day, 7:21 pm. In between sunrise and sunset, I’m often trope-less, fresh out of tropes…