symbolic exercises or magical thinking

So when I'm lucky, I use a sort of magical thinking to pretend I'm painting something, and when it works it works…I feel better and hopefully somewhere out there in digital universe land there is a somebody who can see it and like it.

No offense, but I doubt I think that when I'm painting…I mean I couldn't.  It would be embarrassing and besides that kind of thinking would, without doubt, destroy anything I tried to create.

But I do of course hope that there can be someone, or even a couple of them, that can once in a while see something and think, I like that.  Period. Really, that is it.  I'd like to sorta accidentally hit that button  oh every so often.

And there can be like a bunch of ways that could work.  An arrangement of lines or a certain color, but more fun would be some emotional net, an almost instantaneous involvement, so that they feel about the piece, that that is me, that is mine, I understand it and it understands me.

I always wonder about what it is that causes a connection between a person and a painting.  I know that when I was a kid walking down the hall and on into my dentist's office I was surrounded by Mark Tobey paintings, small ones, and I adored them…and I always felt they adored me back.

They made me feel peaceful and contented.  I felt the same about the Athur Dove paintings I saw at the Phillips Collection.  I was amazed at the size of them, or maybe I should say the small size of them.
I felt they talked in personal intimate terms, they used quiet voices to express a surreal world.