“I don’t know. Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, I am haunted. Something’s ending. I’ve felt it since Christmas. More and more too. ‘This is ending’, each place seems to say. We’re seeing that a low hum of anxiety kept us from ever touching the ground. From witnessing the miracle of our hand reaching out and breaking the picture plane of consciousness. The miracle of a conversation with someone worthy of our attention. The miracle of a lifetime of conversations. And now all the conversations are too late—as though there would be something to do if only something could be done.”
-Artist’s personal journal, February 2020