...as flying half-way around the world, opening the paintbox and making some art. which is not to say that i haven't been working. i spend a few hours each day in the studio but the mad torrent of creative energy must be coalescing somewhere out over the andaman sea while the rest of us are sweating it out in town. i would describe the three paintings currently underway as pre-monsoon. clouds gather and disperse. a few drops fall with the rumble of distant thunder and a weak flash. but the real meat of the storm, the chewy goodness of hard rain on dirt roads and the mad twisting wind has yet to make landfall. according to the indian meterological department, this is simply the nature of onset. the monsoon will come. it always does. it's happening right now, out over the sea beyond our reach. and it will make landfall. it's just a matter of pressure, temperature, wind, time, and paint.
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