Anoretic

In painting we have both the glitch and the irreducible. For my last critique yesterday, I decided to become legible, briefly, and they liked it. They got it, perhaps too much, though, because by getting it they missed the point that the paintings are about "getting" or rather not getting it. Basically I gave too much carrot, I tell my friend who knows these things in the debrief after (carrots, by the way, are now being recalled for e-coli in the US, though we are not in the US, at least not physically speaking). It could be a trap the friend says, but a good trap. The music of the trap. That’s genre painting for you. In any case peaceability doesn't always feel good in the end. Meanwhile power outages and dropped objects, doors clashing and interpersonal clang.