I really enjoy fishing and have been doing it much more lately. I have noticed that often when I am fishing, Mike seems to disappear for a time. He, Mike, me, becomes more of a thought that one can occupy among the countless permutations of thought all around—river thought, fish thought, tree thought, sky thought—and it becomes easier to slip into other states of mind and being.

Disappearing/transforming whilst fishing, Mike (or non-Mike I guess) is very similar to the Mike that seems to disappear/ transform when painting, when things are more perceived, and not necessarily thought.

This has been a source of inspiration, challenge, and fun—to try to inhabit the slightly different disappearing Mikes within each other’s activities. The painting Mike fishes, the fishing Mike paints.