"There's something else I wanted to say about Cezanne: that no one before him ever demonstrated so clearly the extent to which painting is something that takes place among the colors, and how one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themselves. Their intercourse: this is the whole of painting."
Rainer Maria Rilke
I am in my classroom at the Salt Mine. When I drove in, there was not a car in the parking lot, not the student lot, not the staff lot, not up in the few spots close to the school. Then an SUV came in behind me as I was getting out of the car; its window was blurred by the rain. It was like an ominous moment in a James Lee Burke novel.
I made it safely into the building, where there was not a single person. This is the first time such an emptiness has occurred. I am leaving the blinds down in my room and listening to Wisconsin Public radio.