|Dana Schutz, Self-Eater, 2003|
Some of these drawings reveal rules as I work on them. Sometimes it's necessary to use just the length of thread I started with, and stop whenever it ran out. It would have been a lie to start another. We can't always foresee what we'll need, especially when we act without a plan; we lose some chances as life moves along, while finding others; and we don't get do-overs. We make do with what we have, and the limits of making-do press on us to be creative - or at least accepting.
Today's run felt almost wintery. The wind was up in Prospect Park and the sky was turning that could-snow gray, though it wasn't cold enough. A few hard-core picnic-ers were out. The leaves are down; just a few - mostly red maples, I think - still have a substantial number hanging on. The birds in the lake were all tucked into themselves, bobbing out in the middle. This year, I noticed a new bird late in the season; I'm not bird-savvy, but it could be a cormorant.