Because my art is my life…and my life is my art
And - my greatest works…
And - for which I’m most proud
Include this.
Two Years Old
Bubbles
Rising Sun
Once in a blue moon.
Or - a rising orange sun?
Sure - there is science to explain it.
Atmospheric smoke from wildfires burning somewhere up in that wide expanse called Canada.
Canada.
They speak of this place as if it has no heart…as if me myself am not connected.
Blue moons. Orange suns.
What are the odds? What are the options?
Five years.
With awe….and deepest respect.
I bow to that sun….to science….to all of the universe’s improbable permutations.
And - I hold tight. Just for a moment.
To a woman who loved this color…and lived this life.
She was. She is. She will always be.
My mom.
Hoo Hoo Hoo
“A wise old owl sat on an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? "
-Nursery Rhyme