Why save those old canvases?
I guess I thought I might paint over them one day.
The brain that made those images
Was stiff.
No training. Little forethought.
I called them “studies.”
They were more like meditations
Without thought or intent.
The new, older brain becomes more plastic.
I see more potential.
In 35 years I haven’t ended my relationships
With them.

Today I tore them down
And resurfaced them with 400 grit.
I used the zazan frog block
And reprinted him in pthalo green
On 35 year old purple stripes.
He seems to like it there.
Travel well Zazen.
Go visit my grandchildren.

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