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When I was a kid I used to lay in the grass and watch the grasshoppers, lady bugs, ants, the odd toad move through their world. It was like the universe was in my backyard.

I created this piece under the influence of Leonard Cohen. He had written a song called Joan of Arcand I was struck by a line about Joan – ‘If he was fire, then she must be wood.” Cohen is a riveting character.

This piece is about the elements, sky, water, light and that knock at the door at two o’clock in the morning.

I was working on a street sight (musicians, dancers, etc)  in my collage and up popped two towers. I don’t know where they came from. But they were both pieces of blue sky. Seemed appropriate. My daughter is going to New York next week. She’s not sure if she wants to see ground zero. After all this time has passed its difficult to get a handle what any of that meant. I saw a movie once with Mary Tyler Moore and Donald Sutherland in which one of their two sons dies in a boating accident. There was something about the mood in that movie, that sense that one would never get over such an event because it hit so deeply. For example, there were people working with my wife in Toronto who were on the telephone with people in those towers when the first plane hit. Those people were never…

Having a lot of problems with the ‘puter’ today. I’m not sure why i even finished this piece. Its called Lunch but its mostly tongue in cheek. In fact there are several mouths, a roast beef, a foot, several lips, and an assortment of creatures from the bottom of the sea. Its a mess mostly.  Like I spilt my lunch on the floor after a night of heavy drinking.

One of my best friends fits the description of a street dancer. That’s the way he lives his life. He is that rare combination of hedonist and intellectual (although he would never see himself as an intellectual). He lives his life honestly. But with fun. He’s a grumpy old man who loves to get up and swing some young thing around the dance floor. No matter her age. Victor would easily fit into the Leonard Cohen song, Closing Time. And he’d love it.