The last week of 2021 was kicked off by a lobster-champagne-pizzelle hangover from Christmas dinner with [not shown] Bryan resulting in something of a relapse to knee and chest but worth

it as the interior retrospective existence [above, Cape Breton and Libre,1990] picked up again

along with citrus finds from the outside world.

Summer 1991, “Some Models of the Universe” at COMEF, Chalon-sur-Saone, France;

real estate opportunities – one unknown, one south of Livermore, CA and one in Buena Vista

Valley, NV; “Crystal Vessel” on the move, Walsenburg, Colorado

and eastbound, I-80, most likely all 1992.

A coupla raining days, a coupla nights immersed in “Shetland” on the telly’s Britbox

and

back to the slidereels; Libre summer 1993; “Atlas” installed and Luz’ work on Dean’s dome

More than all that, long ago…here in Benicia our neighbor down H is determinably celebratory

of simultaneous multiple holidays [at least I think that’s what she’s doing] as blasts from the

pasts continued with the 70 SE [1985- 1995] and near-destruction of Guerrero Street,1997.

Thursday Bryan [shown] came by for a last quesadilla on his way north and I, having already

walked a dog once in the morning, went to the water after he left and slogged wearily back.

A break in the storms at the end of the year, a year where the unfolding “revolutions”,

if not televised, were at least tweeted.  The Apocalypse, however, continues to be televised in all

its accelerative glory. End of a year if not Days. Twenty twenty, too, next? Again?

A last lunch in the luncheonette…

a last look at the straits

and…

Meanwhile in 2022, for the first ten days anyway, my three paintings remain visible in Oakland at the Roll Up Project while over the hill in Reno “Visions from Smoke Creek” will be

in residence in the Casazza Gallery at the Nevada Museum of Art until July.

[Installation images courtesy Nevada Museum of Art]  Should be time enough for the roads to clear; “make the drive” if you can.

Happy New Year, all!