on this the eve of the birth of our nation

a flood of thoughts while i was painting the cupcake today.  all of them fleeting. nearly gone as i type.
troubled waters in the painting.  interesting.  challenging my perceptions of the cupcake.  still, i realize the cupcake is what it is...terrible phrase that...i mean to say the cupcake is neutral.  in the same way, the environment is equally neutral.  there is something there.  i look at the cupake's painting and think the waters are troubled, but the waters simply are.
i am very near something monumental.