Is the painting a vast precaution to avoid total immobility, a wisdom which can include the partial doubt of the final destiny of its forms?  It may be this doubt that moves and locates everything.

Phillip Guston

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When is painting like life?  Always it seems.

The artist must fill the canvas and must fill it from what is within.  Create or perish. Live or die.  Doubt or believe.

Doubt can be, if we let it, the great immobilizer.  As such, it leads but to the great sleep, the dirt nap.  Death.

In the infantry you are taught that if you are caught in an ambush you must pick a direction and run right at it.  There is in combat no place for doubt. Decisions and action displace doubt.  To decide and act is to believe.  Doubt is deadly when in controls.

Yes, doubt is natural to us – but it beckons belief: decision, choice, action.

We live in a time of misplaced belief.  God is less a choice than self.  We are doubters in what is not us.  We trust our affectations, the image we project. We are, I suppose, more performance artists than painters, fine art painters.  When we all perform for one another who is in the audience?  Is the show not wasted? Effectively unseen, unattended?

Yes, we move about but are we lost?  Do we speak wisdom in movement?  Tell a truth?  Reach beyond mortality?

Doubt can cause movement, but not purposeful movement – more frenzy than graceful stride.  Does the walk, its pace say, “I believe, I am at peace, all is well with me.”

Painting like life.  Does doubt dominate?  It best not.

Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands.  Reach out your hand and put it in my side.  Do not doubt but believe.”

Jn 20:27