"The artist seeks out the luminous detail and presents it. He does not comment."
The artist also goes for months without writing. And then writes. And then goes for weeks without writing. And then writes. And then only days. And this is my goal: for those days without writing to seem as long as those arid months.
I have unearthed a red notebook from Oscar the papermaker, and have found this:
Faith, a twig, a string of dental floss,
a soap sud.