Thursday, June 10, 2021 - 14:24
A bizarre trip. That’s been my existence for two years. I’ve always been healthy and fit. But the surrealism began with an illness that landed me in the hospital for two, weeklong stays – the second caused by piss-poor follow-up care from the first stay – and several months of isolated recovery. Mix in the COVID-19 scare and quarantines, George Floyd’s televised murder, the 2020 election, January 6, 2021, and the sudden shocking loss of my beloved kitty, Tigre, from a blood clot due to unknown heart disease, and boy, am I primed to express my disorientation through some fantastical abstract paintings.