If he can get away with it why can’t I get away with it ?

yawning, Rembrandt set-up,

considered the light source and said:

“fuck the light source.”

where’s the light source? they asked.

where’s the light coming from? one said.

northside, southside, eastside, westside?

what the hell, Rembrandt!–– three others would come to exclaim.

then Rembrandt whipped it out.  (the painting)

undaunted, Rembrandt set-up again.

this was about three weeks later.

he grabbed some stuff from the “inanimate objects closet,"

placed them on a sturdy table and said: “before I start,

I’d better clean-up the mess

inside the “inanimate objects closet” so he did.

later, while he fucked around with the light source again, he thought:

“ya know, someday, somewhere in this world, some kid’s gonna

clean up a messy “inanimate objects closet” just like me.”

William in the still life room, the Swiz-D, 1963.