My friend Christy Marx, a television and comic book writer, used to have a quote above her typewriter (this was some time ago) that said (I’m paraphrasing): Writing is the art of finding words for things for which there are no words.
This is especially a problem with writing about the paintings of Patrick O’Connor. I find them compelling and beautiful, but don’t know how to put it into words. (The Art-Loving Reader should drop by The Frame Shop in Ithaca, where they are on display, and look at them him/herself—what do you need me for?)
O’Connor’s work is