I sit and watch, as everything changes. But I am making notes!

 Time runs by like a roaring river these days! I made a new year's resolution to write more, and find I have not done so since 2015! so much has changed; so much is still the same. The world has changed dramatically in the last  years -- or wait, has it changed, or only our perception of it?

I am aware, however, of the mortality of years flying by. I am at a point where I see I must speed up my processes in order to record everything in my mind -- but then I realize that the personal reality of this is not to make a record for humanity, but to carefully sort my thoughts so that I can achieve all of my goals.

I have worked hard for the last two years on creating an urgent body of art. It is not complete, but I think of it as at a chapter closing point, where I take a breath and ask myself how to proceed. These ideas have consumed my world view to the point that I am provoking my own hysteria.

In my small rural living place, I see large and disturbing examples of the forces changing our world: industrial farming and the associated chemicals and habitat loss; the air pollution emanating from such activity; small oil pumps going night and day in almost every field, with oil storage tanks in the background. 

   

Coal barges floating by on the Ohio river. Habitat loss as every inch of land is given over to agricultural production. Trees, regarded as more of a nuisance than a help, dying along the roadways.

Step outside this rural landscape and find more upsetting icons of change: miles-long freight trains, and infinite large trucks transporting containers filled with everything imaginable, which were brought to this location by enormous container ships from the other side of the world. and the fuel consumed by all of this transportation. When did we decide we needed all of this stuff? 

More soon!