went out to cross plains today where i began painting little quarter circles with minimum of paint so as to leave the brush marks on the wall so as to give the impression of something else happening to the wall asides from the color that i painted underneath it so as i made one and then another one and so on and so forth until the wall was full of them and took great care not to make them random or helpless looking but natural as a tree might look growing infront of a super market or maybe natural like an empty plastic bag blowing across the parking lot of this said super market anyway this continued for a while up and down the wall and inbetween the spaces so many times that the spaces filled up so as to not need me to put these little quarter circle gingko leaf looking paint splotches ontop the persimmony wall with some kind of desert super mix glaze and listened to the radio and worried for a while as the wall looked like hell for a while but as more and more of the spaces got filled in after having gone around the room a small room a bathroom a number of times the spaces began to disappear so as each pass made the room look better and then it was just a matter of standing back and spotting and touching where necessary so as the multiple additions of the little gesture eventually began to add up to something larger than itself or my initial intentions and some of course the motion was not exactly mechanical and as more were made my hand got better so as to really beginning to get the hang of this thing it all felt very japanese in a suburban american mid seventies kind of way