Sunday, December 09, 2007

the corner

I'm not referring to "The Corner"--that neighborhood in Charlottesville that contains the greasy spoon called The White Spot.

I'm referring to the corner one turns on the way from a bad painting to a good one. The corner that defines that very transition. Much like my experiences in the Cambodian Highlands in the early 70s, I am bound not to speak of this matter beyond the announcement that a corner has been turned. That life is good. And that it had a lot to do with the purple.

Beyond that, I'm mum. Totally.

I could not be more discrete. If that's how you spell it. Two Es, perhaps?


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