A painter friend was describing his process the other day. He starts out by putting down a landscape, arbitrarily, in oil. He will then wait a couple of days for it to firm up and proceed to paint over it, also arbitrarily. Finally, he scrapes around the new paint, and gouges the old paint that has had a chance to form only a hard outer skin. The scraping turns the top paint muddy while the gouging brings fresh color from below to the surface and adds a new life to the mud above.
In numerous ways I have been reminded that the retelling of my visions from America in 2009 do not need to be so exacting, so chronologically predictable. Now ends this linear trajectory.
Let the melting pot begin.