Went to Daniel Smith (art store) tonight with Nelson
and wandered about the blank canvases while N. lectured
me on the merits of linen, cotton, etc. Then I had to
walk through and touch all the Japanese papers, those
lovely swirling patterns reminiscent of the light
in certain dreams, intensely hued: don't wake me up!
I've always loved going to art supply stores --
the raw materials of infinite possibility.
And those endless tubes of paint: they know
so much more than I do.