The Venice Biennale

It was nice to visit Venice during the Biennale.

Next year marks my 50th year as an artist.


During my childhood years, my brother and I were interested in pretty 
much the same things.

It was during my 14th year, after taking my first art class, that 
our roads would fork.



Though we are 2 countries apart, 
I often dream about that closeness we had in our youth.


"Tim and I, 1963"

The years pass so quickly.
I am nostalgically damaged.
I hold on to an unreachable past.
These thoughts keep me awake at night.










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