I need to work each day. My work is a diary or journal. It connects art, life, memory and whatever is going on in the moment. Unlike a language record of the simple day to day activities, the art record records the mystery. It is about the known, imagined and unknown which intrigues me. I work through capturing something until there is no new information. The day was gray and for the first time there was a substantial rain. The wind and gray were present but by evening the sky was blue. In the evening, Becky and I went to La Petite Dakar for dinner and walked around the Marais.
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