Painting by me.
I am a painter, and painting is nonrepresentational.
Not all painting.
No: housepainting is representational.
And what does a housepainter represent?
Ten dollars an hour.
In other words, you don’t want to be serious —
It takes two to be serious.
Well, let me see… oh, yes, one more question: where will you live after this war is over?
In China; as usual.
Whereabouts in China?
Where a painter is a poet.
I was listening to Vishen Lakhiani describe the first level of his Bending Reality course. He recommends thinking thoughts of gentle recommendations of the “wouldn’t it be nice” variety — wouldn’t it be nice to be healthy, wealthy and wise, for example. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a well recompensed artist and writer?
Some friends who are well known food writers in Paris assure me it’s better to be well paid than well known. I’m sure that’s true. I’ve never seen the interest in personal renown. Fortune, on the other hand does have its attractions.
So, wouldn’t it be nice to move back to France and reunite with all my paintings and journals? Wouldn’t it be nice if family rifts could be repaired? Wouldn’t it be nice to be in good physical shape again, speak Spanish better, have a place where all the kids and grandkids could gather, be assured of another twenty years of robust living?
I’ve been reading a lot about how we create the life we’re living without knowing it. The theory is that we stumble over our grudges and negative expectations, that forgiveness can untie that knot. I like that idea. Having been in upward spirals and downward spirals, I can’t deny the idea that my unconscious assumptions have played a big role.
It makes sense to me that addressing the mechanics and physical obstacles is only one part of the picture, and maybe not even the most important part. All of a sudden, I’m noticing all the courses and information on this subject.
Is the Universe trying to tell me something? Wouldn’t that be nice?
- Anima Fire is my publication