Journal entry: on a deliberately UNPLUGGED Sunday evening in the desert…looking through my art…trying not glare at the news about a new radioactive leak being reported. Maybe fantasy works as a temporary cure for mankind’s insanity. I am grateful for having lived so many years without a television. Now I know better and have to take serious breaks from the dang thing.
There’s nothing to keep up with,
nothing to fix,
turning it all off
while ignoring the mix.
Above: tempera on wood- 1998 -San Francisco.