I Think I Work In Two Worlds.

I Think It's Good For People To See The Positive Beauty That Can Flower From The Deepest Grieving.

I Think I'm Constantly In A State Of Adjustment.

So My Last Image Was As The First. A Sleeping Youth Cloaked In Light, Who Opened His Eyes With A Smile Of Recognition For Someone Who Had Never Been A Stranger.

My Mother Had No End Of Tragedy In Her Life. She Would Make Herself Get Up And Take A Deep Breath And Go Out And Do Laundry. Hang Up Sheets.

We Need A New Cosmology. New Gods. New Sacraments. Another Drink.