It’s coming. Just like my friend, Michael, said this morning, “It’s inevitable.”
This image comes out of the past; it happened during last winter in Urbana, Illinois. Someone was looking out her window on a windy, freezing, rainy day. Her photo of rivulets on the window and the icy sleet outside the glass gave me the chills. And I’m not talking just about the miserable cold weather. I’m talking about imagining what’s out there and making sense of the muddled blur that is sometimes called “reality.” From her eye to her camera, and from my eye to my canvas, we have re-conjured the inevitable.