I'm working on an application right now. Well, no. Right now, I'm typing this, smelling onions, and listening to the football game tv talk waft in from the next room. I'm realizing the lack of precision I think with, talk about, and essentially have. So, yes, to be precise, I am doing a bunch of stuff to keep from the anxious activity of applying myself for an opportunity I might not (prob'ly won't) get. (Grant lists are hereand here).

I shot some slides today though and if they aren't too blurry, and if the ringing of the phones at work, and the decorating and cleaning I need to do, and the pull to make new work and call old friends doesn't pull me away from the work of putting that application together, I'll actually send the damn thing.

I'll share with you, though, another painting from last year when my studio all of a sudden got smoky and full of water and then things changed. It's funny to see the changes in the paintings in retrospect. They're smaller, more revised, more proud of their battle scars and I hope, more honest. Below is Caution.