Here we have something of the sky, but is this obvious, or merely apparent? Stand here, stand there, I keep thinking there’s a conceit somewhere that should destroy all the shadows, and the illusions should go out with the illuminations, trying to do the impossible. It shouldn’t be hard to grasp; it shouldn’t be too mean or too sweet. Look where you want and you will find it. Something abstract and something surprising perhaps at the end, where all ends meet.
February 1973