Paintings
Susan
Smolinski
The Process…
I retreated into my journal each time I entered the studio. Sometimes it was all I could do to write the same list over and over:
The same ideas reappeared…
- Crows flying
- the bell
- the jetty
Like reasons or a prayer for living…
- Nighttime moving through me
- Vines spreading
- Sounds of rain falling
- The sound of the train / Moving along the river / Among the trees. // The sound of the train moving away / Beside the trees / Taking me to a place / where I will be free.