I moved my music closer to me. I can enclose myself in that. Music adds to my space. Miles Davis, Coltrane. I lay, my hands in the air, eyes closed. This is the best part of the day. I am wafted away from confusion and all expectation that may disappoint. And I start to think of a stack of paper 11”x8”. I am going to paint that experience. Eight verses. Each painting a verse.
Visual Culture: At Home with Trinidad’s Master Artist, LeRoy Clarke
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