I was sorting photographs, perhaps erroneously posting a 1998 trip as 1990, making notes, crying some, all day last Monday. I was seeking clarity, throwing out duplicates and duds, searching for images to paint from. I often did a piece of art for each trip, and took photographs with a painting in mind.
Ultimately, that is the point. I cleared everything away and went to bed, slept soundly, got up the next morning and found three photographs on the floor. I got the strong feeling there is a message here, from Steve, or that Stevie part of me that wants me to go on
Travels With Stevie 