I went and saw Vincent's drawings, "the root of all things" he says. The line was long, mobs of people, but it was good this way, it forced everyone to move slow and give Vincent the time he certainly deserves. Vincent considered his drawings equal with his paintings, considered his art whole and one.

My friend, do you want to know what I looked at the longest? Of course you do! I saw there before me Vincent's pencils, brushes, and paint tubes, unfinished sketches and smudges of ink. It was beautiful for me to see this.

For the next month I will be wrapping up the semester, although it has been difficult to focus because I have headaches, and feel fatigued. The month of December I long for, for it will be a month where I can just paint and paint and paint. I have been painting everyday, but when Decemeber comes I can dedicate hours and hours each day. What will come of it? Whom will we meet? What may happen to us?

Life is short, my friend, love the way you know how to love, look the stranger in the eye and smile, you know this best.

I was reading Kandinsky's Concerning the Spiritual in Art as I walked through the woods with my family. I found his words to give me confidence and truth, I found his words telling of art and how art penetrates the soul and brings healing. My friend, this is all I want to do. The addicts, the prostitutes, the intoxicated zombies, the HIV homeless, the old men scratching lotto games, it is them I want to paint ... let us look them in the face and kneeL, wash their feet, clip their nails.