Often we talk with a friend about how we sometimes do works or write things that look or sound disconnected or unrelated and then -months later, years later we see the connection.

This drawing is from the beginning of last year, not long ago in fact but points in the direction of the new works. The oval is open, seems tangled or is it untangling?

As Einstein said, "The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental experience that is in the cradle of true art and true science."

For now is where I rather stop writing and be, in that mystery. May the work itself be true art or perish.