I PAINT what I catch. Banishing the noun parading as me to hitchhike on THE VERB RUNNING
THROUGH ME. Color and form come tumbling forth whipping themselves into concoctions of ENERGY
that TAKES COMMAND on my left hand. The brush that grabs me to grab it, acrylic paints, water, mediums,
whooshing, rubbing, smearing, staining MARKS and SHAPES where there were none on a sheet of linen.
Strokes answer strokes, colors push colors, shapes are restless until they are not. Bon voyage to the port of
RESOLUTION and I’m the verb on a raft. Choices are selected, commitments compound. Zigzagging through
cause and effect, becoming and unbecoming rolling over one another, until a piece of ephemeral drops off and
lands as a “PICTURE”. And THE EPHEMERAL marches on.
—Mel Ziegler