Paint right into the darkness. While painting in these conditions the mind shifts gears, engaging the unconscious. Unique 'insights' happen in the dark.

There are two types of people in this world: Gypsy and Gadge. Which one am I? Neither. I'm a writer.

Not bad for gadge.

I didn't get to be this smart by not being stupid

Nothing is good. And so, I want nothing.

Only in my dreams are things exactly as they seem.

At 4 a.m. i awaken to a whispered gentle plea: paragraphs begging so beautifully: write me, write me, write me.

So worried was I that people would see through the painting into my soul - and guess at secret Alison stuff - that I scraped the paint off the canvas. It was too risky to expose what everyone hides...And yet isn't that the job of the artist? Next step is to take the risk - to work more deeply. To expose that which cannot be expressed any other way. That is art. Scary and exciting.

Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.

Interlude with sunshine. Hello monday mein lazy freund.