Some folks look at a blank piece of paper and see just the blank page. When I look at a blank piece of paper I see so many things I can barely contain it in a single image. I also see things in the woodwork, the pavement, written in the sky, sometimes even sound waves are visible to me. There's always that voice, ancient and commanding, "Show them what you see." I obey, and the ritual of creativity begins again. It's a gift, or maybe it's just an obsession that smells like a gift. I hope my slow spiral into madness entertains you. Here's a painting I did in 1979. I called it "On the Eve of Destruction...we wait"
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