The news, the news, the news. What if we are on a rocket going backwards? Do we want the rocket to safely splash down in the 1950s, say--or do we want it to explode in mid-air? I'm asking.
I made the mail art card above for a dear loved one. The king lying under the rock in the lower right hand corner might have been too subtle of a choice.
Last night the wind roared for hours in Minneapolis. I've lived here in this building for 17 months. The wind last night howled like a monster and shook the things on our balconies.
This is what I see from my balcony at night. Like other things I've more or less taken for granted, it too is in the process of disappearing. A new building is going up. Every day, this vista is one day closer to gone.
This is this week's collage. When I can't follow a thought long enough to write, I cut up paper and make things.