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We recently painted the living room. Since then, I open the book I’m reading and after reading for a while, I imagine painting over the page with a dark paint. It is as if this imagined act awakens me. I ask why this keeps happening. Does the book lull me to a semi-conscious state, and in that state, do I want to wipe it from my life? The book happens to have tedium as a main topic. Why can’t I stay awake? Why does my mind want me to be a painter? I presume it is because I don’t understand words.
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#1 by Find an Outlet on April 16, 2011 - 4:10 am
Maybe because paint has magical qualities beyond its obvious ones. In my days of struggling to sell paintings I lived in a world of loaded brushes of color behind my eyes and in the road and on the belt where you put your groceries and on people’s faces. But the paintings could never compete with the images. And paint would certainly dissolve the pages of a tedious book or a book about tedium. Is The Pale King boring or brilliant?
#2 by Carl on April 16, 2011 - 8:30 am
After that description, I would love to see those paintings. I’m sure they were powerful.
The Pale King is generally brilliant and in parts it is magical. I love the style. I love the exploration of a post-modern culture.