“My Head is full of Children,” is a slogan that used to appear everywhere maybe twenty years ago. The picture that went with it was usually a multi-colored world with kids from all places popping up around it. I think that’s a good pictogram of my head.
An artist I’ve known for ages, Enid Smith Becker, posted a photo of her painting Passage. It’s an amazing piece of work – a vision of sky and clouds that seem to go on forever. And yet the landscape dissects into dimensions as though a steady-handed kaleidoscope is also in play.