Today found me in the studio, looking for Mr. Johanssen. He always
seems to be around, building a house here, a house there.
I'd started a grisaille (24x30") this morning, concocting it out of thin air, and several unexplained forms appeared on the canvas. One was something that looked a bit like a dock.
The other two were dead in the center of the canvas. I have no idea what they are. But I like them. So I need to find Johanssen. He's lived around here for years, and surely he'll be able to tell me what they are.