Jon and I used to hike in the hills near our house. From the top you could see the ocean. The air was clean and smelled of nothing. We picked wild blueberries once and carried them back in his hat. I made a pie.
The gallery where I'm showing is huge. Wide planked wooden floors you can slide on. Blank white walls that I imagine spotted with blood red. Like in the CSI shows where they know how someone's been shot or hammered to death by the direction of blood spatter.
I made a note to paint one more piece called "CSI."