I almost (almost again) got the sky burial I've been wanting. Life and death is everywhere, nothing special. LIfe thrives upon death. I don't want to be separated from the earth. Separated from life in death. You might be an undertaker measuring.
Now, here in my studio with iTunes over a Bose (Cab Calloway - Corinna) it's become a theme. Old stuff. Grist for the mill.
I am working on another show, "By Lake and Stream". I've created an array on the drop sheet of prepped up mahogany panels given a tooth of marble dust so I can go on with it.
I like painting on stone. Reminds me of lithography.