SEA RANCH, CALIFORNIA
This was a strange period in life. Interesting now to note that the problems of that day are gone and replaced by ones that sometimes keep me up at night while I write this now, nearly two years later. Not the least of which being the inherent futility of sharing one’s artwork. Taking a self portrait is artwork. Also I hear all the voices that call this vain, and related to some combination of stupidity and too many brain injuries. All the same it’s a good photograph. It looks like a Russian person who is mean and difficult to reach.