In the train yard, steel structures carve out their shapes in the starry night sky. I could imagine movement of some distant train shaking the air molecules all around it. Then molecules next to them begin to tremble and so on down the track. They quiver through forests and tunnels, over elaborate bridges and rivers, all the way to the station and up the lacy high structure before me. The atoms on the frame-work break into millions of geometric shapes like the fiery, flaming eyes of tigers.
I dropped white gouache from my brush into wet blue paint. The blobs form the liquid stars that cover the paper like a chenille spread. The surprise development of the painting delighted me.