“When that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.
Steinbeck.
Change is ultimately good, isn’t it? Yet why take something you’ve done well for years and start again with the left hand, what was wrong with the right.
New challenge/ New shape. Light in a rectangle, the world up side down and the decisions of a painter? Change is good, but the right hand works harder and will not be forgotten. No decisions here.
