i almost tried to imagine that i was living with the klan. what would it be like to be evil? to plot and plan. then i  started conceiving an imaginary city being overtaken by the klan. 
de kooning looked at the paintings of hooded figures and said this isn't the subject. do you know what the real subject is? freedom, we both said.  then we hugged each other again. of course that's what it's about. freedom.  

happy birthday philip guston. love ya.