Hark! Holy Hot! Here I am months later still facing temperature issues-- something about inverses and equals and opposites. It's all green light and the car windows down and little clippies to keep the hair out of my face. And the light really is green, and so too the ground and the shade and every inch is taken. I feel my Iceland palette be corrupted by the same intense colors of past, and present, and seemingly again future. I'm holding on to those complexities, that dirty paint water. I'm looking back at this little face of my own, so many pasts meeting in the present. Hold it all tight. I feel a strong fondness for all these little color cards and how they have more intuition. Oh a conglomerate of things all happening, all the time, so quick and so slow, all at once. The clock ever ticks on with a rate that seems to be moving towards unnatural. I feel like I'm trying to figure out how to talk about my work again while forgetting that I've been talking about it a...