Welcome to the ’80s.
A dab at color, a rare special guest appearance.
Working on it
1978 moves along, trying to draw since nothing else seemed possible. May have even started learning lithography.
“And so ends 1978” and begins 1979
Then… Suddenly… A decade or so later…
If the contradictions and trouble in my mind were going to keep me from doing anything, maybe I’d have to just do them.
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Still in my late 20’s (in the late ’70s). A LOT of writing, saying it all, back before these truths and lies had become self-evident and then I didn’t see why I should keep writing it. And my hand didn’t yet hurt too much to hold the pen. Then, finally, evidence of attempted graphic composition: what would become my second lithograph.
When I was completely unmoored, at 28 years of age. Never to quite return.