Coming down the long straight past the Smoke Creek turn picture what proved to be a crewcab pickup diagonally across the road, the strange horizontal behind becoming the wing of a small plane [picture here a plane on the picture plane, slightly dusty early morning desert stretching out behind it, southwest, hills on the right into haze] pulled up to top off fuel from a tank on the truck, unexpected but not depicted as all lost information but an interesting interaction nonetheless and subsequently back to dry California, weeks ago now…

With exceptions; a couple of showers and Skyping the baby in Brooklyn on Easter…

In the world outside we have Phil Joy’s nautical antics on the straits in the wind; small boats and large unwieldy blocks of…docks?

So on to a 6×9′ canvas courtesy of the Krebs De-accession [unfinished “California Drought” paintings in background], chalk graff on the jetty, the mystery vehicle from Delft alluded to in a previous “comment” from my brother Bryan [thanks, B!]…

…and the springtime sunny street, with lunches as dogs mill about beneath, Mexican pop wafting out the back of ElviaRita’s kitchen along with savory scents of frijoles refritos and memories of long ago Mexico…

Of which tugs on the river and studio floors are not a part…

Maps of old trips and conjuring the remembering of the territory…

M