All I want to do is go to bed, but I just noticed that awfully neglected ‘ART’ category up at the top of my page. And, well, it’s Day 22 here at McLean. So I don’t want to go to bed unhappy. So I will share with you some of the magical work of my very favorite artist on the planet. One of his paintings literally saved my life last year – a large print, ‘New Suns’, which I’ll include below – was hanging beside my bed last summer and I don’t know how many days and nights I spent in full decompensation, a scratch away from heading a few blocks over to the high speed rail, just staring and staring at the fox, at the peeling paint of the antique farmhouse, of the muted & beautifully coordinated colors he chose. And wondering what was outside the window, other than the sun. And thinking that that is one magical hovering fox, because there’s no way he’s dead. No. He’s not dead.
That is all. Is it not magical?