Working Big

I enter a large, tall room upstairs where where a big, high-energy art show is on display. It is my stuff from 30 years ago, and I can see every detail; every familiar passage of dark, passionate pieces I made long ago on the dream plane. They are as real as anything in waking life. It all still exists! I see wall-sized drawings made with fat sticks of graphite, surfaces slathered in graphite at top speed without hesitation, nothing held back. Later, talking with people there, I say, “Working big is good for an artist.”