No Picture

About five years ago, I stopped painting for a few months and just typed on some old yellow index cards I had.  It became a series which I called Indices.  Here are a few examples from a wall installation I did of them, and other items in zip closure bags, titled Catechism.

This sentence is my novel.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Sound of 1972 El Camino idling.

An artist must be lazy.

Please accept my apologies in advance.

The afternoon is almost over.