When I am away from the studio for a week, the brushes, turpentine, and oil paints conspire to make their own compositions in the cleaning jar. In this case, I love the yellow tint of the turpentine and the red spears of cadmium red. I also love the fragile Rothko-esque line that divides the pigment from the spirits. I hope these materials may form their delicate impressions on my canvases soon, too—and that I know when to let their beautiful workings be . . .