Color sets his course, even though it doesn’t tell him where they’re going. Paint drives, often recklessly, swerving and veering, narrowly avoiding ruin. Found objects and memories are always there to bail him out.
Art is not the most predictable of companions. Art isn’t even trustworthy. But Tracy Jones has never been locked up or hospitalized because of art, and art is always a good time, so yeah. Tracy Jones trusts art.
Maybe art trusts Tracy Jones, too.