Process
That is my key word
That is the word that alerts me to life
Not what I want life to be
But what it is.
Kind of like, a lot like, Reality.
The heart of the matter is change
held in something that never changes.
Process is development, life and death
and the surprise of the phoenix.
Process painting is undoing in the guise of doing.
Life is slippery for the mind to grasp,
That is its power and gift.
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