3 am

its interesting, the painted studies walk hand in hand with the work that goes on in the studio, but the small ink portraits are little peaks over the horizon, projections into the future, i really dont know what will come out of them, they seem really odd to me. i can see them changing, wanting to take hold of the image and make the drawings stronger, i didnt want to do that at first, i wanted some faithful reproductions, but i realized that was false and insincere and so they grow. i am reading bradbury to my son now, something wicked this way comes and tonight we finished with the chapter where charles halloway worries about 3 am (thats when the wicked carnival arrives in town), bradbury's description of this hour is good, he describes it as this low point, the closest we can get to death than at any other hour during the day, and this really rings true for me, this is the hour i always finish my work during the week and the hour when sleep is most welcome. well, its after 3 am now, and i guess i should turn in. cheers.