It’s like those wordless jokes on the dance-floor we used to tell.
We were a circleish group of friends dancing our asses off at the O.P. in El Paso.
Giggling as we each tried to one up each other’s moves.

I think my hard drive has bitten the dust.
This go around I have the whole external hard drive archive, yada, yada and it’s pretty current, well as current as my last update so most of the documents and music and pictures are safe. But, my most recent writings, a collection of writings about painting and about certain ancestors and memory, they are so recent as to not yet be backed up.

I must have them back. They link my paintings to my words like I’ve never done before. I’m also experimenting with silent stop motion movies.