La peinture est une chose qui ne peut se détruire,
qui doit se détruire,
pour se réinventer.
(Jean Fautrier, Parallèles sur l'informel, 1958)
Breeze from the north-east, whereas patches of alto cirrus imperceptibly moving in from opposite direction (why does one never hear of this phenomenon?).
Irritatingly rapid sunrise, little wind, low humidity. Dawn as if set in soft clear aspic.
Forgot my sponge so had to spit on the drawings in order to wipe away some of the more soluble parts, with kitchen paper.
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