My admiration knows no bounds for those who manage their time well, who positively exude the impression of mastering the moment, whose time mastering accomplishments are arrayed like certificates on an ego wall or medals on a uniform. My stance is more that of the runner-up, the one who sees the bus pulling away, who wonders how he could have better spent the time that went like small change. (Poor analogy. Small change goes in a jar, I know where it<\/em> is.)<\/p>\n My dislocation of time is strongest when it shouldn\u2019t be, when I have appointments, flights to catch and promises to keep, and my whole horizon is suddenly woods on a snowy evening where, swept along,\u00a0 I can make no sense of it but am content to drift with whatever\u2019s been set in motion.<\/p>\n Stronger even is arriving in cities by night train, where windows gleam and rush past and I want to reach out and know who all these people are, all those encapsulated lives that suddenly push in and crowd close and are gone. Clickety-clack.<\/p>\n Perhaps that is why I am so attached to making pictures. Each one is a sliver of stopped time. That much time fixed on a page, in a frame, another little bit fished out of that relentless stream and hung up to dry.<\/p>\n You can\u2019t stop it, but you can extract bits of it. Whether gems or beach pebbles, no matter. One\u2019s work is a collection of those.<\/p>\n I guess that\u2019s it, isn\u2019t it? Spending time and having nothing to show for it. That\u2019s why I go to see paintings and art. Anything will do It\u2019s not just pignment and canvas, or chipped and polished marble, It\u2019s time. Same goes for trees. Rocks. Mountains. It\u2019s all time and what\u2019s been kept from it.<\/p>\n But, thinking about it is time-consuming, thus I managed to think myself out of time, with nothing written to show for it.<\/p>\n But, in the absense of anything coherent, and while getting settled down to sit tight and really get some serious work done, here is an interview<\/a> I did recently. It\u2019s all about the contrappostal aspects of intuitive resilience, mithridatization through proximate agitation, Leonian amalgamation and like subjects. (It seemed to make sense when I wrote it. Go figure.)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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