From a series of surreal nudes (destroyed), oil on canvas, circa 1990

The Underground

Shit Happens

It's been roughly three months since I updated this blog—and a rough three months it's been.  As the saying goes, "shit happens." In this case, my mother suffered a massive heart attack in California while I was visiting my son in Alaska. I spent the next few weeks monitoring her decline in the hospital until she passed away. Afterwards, I made another trip from Virginia to California to sort out the estate. At this point I'm numb. As Vonnegut wrote, "so it goes."