i go in all cocky. It’s done I say.
He proceeds to tell me why it isn’t done. I work on it for three hours. Frustrated, I stop. I want to move on.
I am fighting direction, a problem for me as a student, one I must resist.
i look forward to one day throwing it on a fire.
Suddenly I remember doing a lesson like this in similar colors over thirty years ago, with Mr. Walter Merrick. I am transported back in time. I stand very still and the image rests in my eyes like a vision.
i catch my breath.