Among the prints I’ve been sorting through these past weeks was this acrylic painting I made in 1991. As I look at it, I see several images coming together–something like a skull, the moon and even a toreador. I didn’t plan the image ahead of time. This was one of many images I painted as spontaneously as I could, letting the outcome be what it was. To me, the face is somewhat scary, but I like the image for its power. It speaks to me of some of my fears about global warming and war.