1,000 bodies just washed up on shore in Japan and they're estimating 10,000 people are dead. I am so afraid of what may be coming down the pike. I feel, that sometime soon, complaining about the mondane may be a luxury we won't feel is appropriate.
Some of my paintings are about us being forced to endure life changes that large corporations are forcing us to embrace. It appears the world has been forced to endure changes that we've imposed on it but, unlike human souls up against crop structure, the world can push back. We've polluted and squandered and waged war on each other and we've blythly assumed the world would continue to accept our selfish behavior. I feel the world has had enough of us.