Pucapanga is a vine. It has always been climbing around me, and I never knew you could dye with it, mixed with white vinegar.

Now the random bits of cotton in my house are a pale pink. They were collected, cooked, dyed, then left to marinate overnight.

I bought 10 cheap canvases, and because they were there, I painted on them. I didn’t think. I just painted, and I am not sure what I even painted.

If it’s there, you might grab it and make something. You might find out the only reason you hadn’t made it was the $4 per canvas, which is hardly a barrier. The paintings came out without words, like a baby without a name, delivered without a plan.

It’s not that complicated. Get out of the way.

Give it a good place to land.