A rare experience of a moment at daybreak when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
You cannot set art off in a corner and hope for it to have vitality reality...
It evolved from my experience in the fifties growing up during the McCarthy...
People deal too much with the negative with what is wrong. Why not try and see positive things to just touch those things and make them bloom?
