Things are colors.  That is what painting has become for me.  I know in sculpture things are forms.  I cannot hold my painted things.  They slide about under my brush.  When the brush stops I look to see what has happened and decide if it is a surprising revelation that became almost as a result of unconscious sly accidental purpose.  I am in an aesthetic euphoric state, almost afraid to pick up the brush and begin again for fear I'll break the spell by too much thinking, too much awareness. 

 

Aren't we small gods, making worlds with our hands?

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-Dale Sjogren