'Easiest' isn't quite the right word; it's more like 'reliable.' I can rely on the fact that if I sit down at a blank screen, soon words will link into sentences, inspired and connected by images. It's really just a habit at this point. If I don't get the chance to try to make literal sense of the past week, things start to swirl up into a ball of confusion. But once it's out there, it's done and I can move on.
But words work for me. Letters soon coalesce into strands of ideas and I can see one taking shape as I write, dropping in these images of my latest paintings.
Some days at the studio I just need to retreat, retrace the lace. Other days I need to feel the fracturing of that focus.
If painting really is a conversation the painter has with the materials, surface, technique and image, I'm seeing that this is talking about a kind of mapping out of an understanding of the here and now, where words fail.
Put into words, it's a little terrifying to be in unexplored territory with no obvious path ahead.
I'm just bush-wacking until I find a clearing.