surreal: marked by the intense irrational reality of a dream.

The last four months started out with two intense dreams two nights in a row.

March 13th: Our community art studio closed by order of Santa Clara county.

Two nights following I had two dreams of the studio about– “We are Closed.” Since then I have not dreamed of the studio at all. Many of my prints are inspired by dreams but it has been hard to dream when daily life is so surreal.

I miss friends.

I offer one poem (written before Easter) and one print (bizzarely made in late February on a late afternoon before I even realized about the spreading virus but just decided to take brush to plate and create an image.)

Everyone…Stay well.

A Virus For Your Thoughts—

“Is this the dining room?” an old lady’s voice asks 

twice as she rings me twice from some ‘stately’

non-stateroom in some old folks place.

Never mind coronavirus.  Is this the dining room?

“No.”  I say.  “You have a wrong number.”  

A wrong wrong number, lady.  But if you call again 

I will be able to offer you a little question:  

“Are you okay?” 

Because if you are waiting for the President to

open by Easter, think again!