I don't remember the exact date. 1971. Summer. I sat in the plane and looked out the window at the mountain. Waited. Thought. Unease. Waited. The plane began to move. The plane was still on the runway, on the ground. Gaining speed but still on the runway. I was still there, still touching. The nose… Continue reading The Plane
Mazar-i-Sharif, 1969 #Mazar #Afghanistan
1968. My first morning in Afghanistan. Looking out my hotel window and I see girls on their way to school. The view from the window would be different today. wja 15 Aug 2021
wellsweptyard.blogspot.com/2018/06/blue.http Overheard at Magritte exhibition at SFMOMA: "We should use that blue in our hallway"
Difficult wearing a mask in a sauna
And He Never Forgot It
Earthworms are good listeners.
The history of art is a history of plagiarism