Dennis Hollingsworth

Wild Weasel

Sometimes, like this time, I start painting in my head, forecasting moves like a chess player. After doing this over and over, I derive a way to begin. Then, I find my intentions squashed... I scrape it off and I am left to refigure my path, more chess plotting and I recommence. Then my intentions are squashed again and I am left with a possible scrape off... or a possible new path, an opportunity to stumble into something new. So I devise another possiblity, given the new ordinates and I take the chance. Sometimes it's a success wilder than I could have anticipated. Sometimes, it's too wierd.. meaning that it is different from what I had done before... therefore I wouldn't know up from down, good from bad. Sometimes it's so ugly it's good looking, like that puppy the farmer couldn't kill.

I do't know what I did last night, but I'll keep it and move on.