Spine

At the moment, I have been at loggerheads with art in general.  Forget about the "art" and the "artists" that I see all around- I am talking about myself in specific.  Years had passed, and I had not done much of it.   You may think I have because of the things I have to show, but I don't feel that way.  At first, I thought it was kind of a writer's block, but slowly I realized it is because I did not have anything to say with my work (the main point), or it was derivative (that has not been the case for many years, though)   So, unless I had something useful or useless (as a statement) to say, I would put this art making on hold.  Which I have, but I am wanting to return to it quite earnestly.

An artist cannot and must not close his eyes to the world, and this is what I am slowly grappling with.

In the meantime, I enclose this photograph of one of the remaining works  (dimensions 2 feet by 4 feet) in which I can see some of myself.

After this, I had been silent.