26 February 2026

This painting is pushing something out that the left brain hemisphere cannot understand. It is beyond thought. It is pushing out everything it has at once. Just creating something. A 'thing'. A feeling. And now to try and describe that feeling in words. It has a rhythm. A vibration. A pattern. Seems like a cloud or sand. But not quite. Subtle variations in colour. No intense contrast. Everything is as one but not quite. The determination is vague. A mixture of order and chaos. The surface has a slight three-dimensionality. It looks like the others, but not quite. The subtle difference of white on white. Are we going to pin this one down? It certainly seems to be resisting that. I like being in its presence. Clearing my mind. My eyes don't hurt or strain. It is gentle and friendly. And it loves me. For you shall bend and tell me that you love me, and shall sleep in peace until you come to me. I think we are in the cloud now. This, to be sure, is as good as it gets.