15 May 2025
A few more words on water—watching these videos of hotel baptisms, I'm immediately brought back to the hundreds of tiny town hotels and motels I stayed in on the road during my baseball years. Maryville, Klamath Falls, etc. Coming back from a game late at night with dirt on my jersey, showering off the results whatever they were. Baseball is a game of failure, as is painting, which is maybe also why I feel like I'm able to view these baptisms for what they are; been having versions of them my whole life with every new game and every new blank surface. When I first began to form a practice, the start-again was a pressurized thing, but now it's a sunny possibility. I imagine being dunked in a Holiday Inn bathtub might achieve a similar effect for someone bogged down by who they've been. I always am that too I guess. For better and worse.