WORKING LATE

 

WORKING LATE  RAY HENDERSHOT

In all art each one sees from experience, from shapes and lines, from squint and head-bend, from wishful thinking.   My vision of WORKING LATE is a single-bulb on a light cord from the ceiling, in a small yellow kitchen smelling of fried fish and old Tareyton smoke.   A pushed-aside plate and ashtray on the table, and shoulders hunched over an old Underwood the size of an anvil, page halfway filled, and a story born and birthing in the light cast on the snow.