...when you shake off winter and everything becomes a bit brighter, figuratively and literally. When Eliot said, "April is the cruellest month.." I don't know whether he was being sarcastic or not. And even though it's not April, things seem a bit disjointed.
It's that disjointedness, for me, right now, that I am trying to conceive visually. It's hard to do. Right now it's impossible to do. This feeling is momentary and will soon vanish (soon being the critical word) but in the meantime I'd like to get something out of it, a painting or two.
Anyone care to respond? What does disjointedness look like?
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