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"After a few days my clothes take the form of my body like a second skin. The brush becomes a permanent extension of my hand, as if I were born with it. I never notice the intermingled smell of sweat and paint until someone shows up unexpectedly.

Today it was Tina, the daughter of a family who live in a dome house near the meadow on Love Road. She's just starting college - going back East to Johns Hopkins. For some reason eveyone wants to go there these days. I don't know why. Too much Southern brick.

She's interested in art. I hired her to organize my slides. Infernal things.

On Love road the lumber trucks come down fast from the hills and you have to pull off in the ditches while they streak by leaving a smell of fresh cut lumber in the wake"