Where the Yogurt Lives

My hand is generally the only part of my body that ventures into the yogurt enclosure. This day, struggling to get the straggling peach one in the back row, my head entered the sanctum. A brief glance to the side showed me the natural environment of the yogurt containers as they await sale. They commune […]

Walking Man on Divided Plinth

I dreamed old people were walking along, each with shoes that were attached to halves of a giant square.  I thought, in my sleeping mind, that these old folks needed their own private space and the special shoes were the means to that end. After making the picture below, I thought about that famous sculpture […]