the art of reality

There is the reality of the last week of November. Wet, dark, and inching forward with the burden of excessive work demands.

Most of my non-teaching hours were spent at my home desk, looking out at this:




A significant leap from the bright exuberance of Chicago holiday lights. Still, you could get into the dispiritedness of it all, in a Hopper kind of way, no? I should have placed an empty martini glass on the desk to complete the image. The Ocean reader would have to guess if it was empty the whole evening long…