Art harder.

Art harder.

That’s about all I could do. Especially, since art is what I do.

I’m pretty sure that I know what you are expecting. An attack on the orange haired fool who lives in The White House. The one who committed treason according to its very definition, live from Helsinki.

Nope.

All the words that could be written, were written. All the things that could be said, were said. All I could ever add is to tell you that my heart is broken. Many things that I’ve done in the past don’t matter now.

I did what I always do. I worked.

I made this picture a few days ago. It’s a Mardi Gras wreath hung on a neighbor’s door. Seeing one at this time of year is like seeing a Christmas tree in a window in May. You know. It’s like, “WTH?” So I made the picture. I had to.

Then, I tinkered. I played. I experimented. I let my mind stay open and focused. Let is the key word. It was real easy to close down yesterday. Time passed by without me knowing it. It didn’t stand still. It moved forward.

Eventually, this picture emerged.

I didn’t stop there. I reworked it in a couple of different ways. The one you see is the oneĀ  I liked best.

It helped. It calmed me down. The work became the prayer. Never the less, I’m still stunned. Like the rest of the world.