Despite not quite being over a cold that kept me home from teaching on Monday, in a dull-witted fog of sinu-kalyptic mondo-cosm, I drove over to visit with Homare whom I had not seen for some years. He has a bigger studio now, near downtown Denver, filled with oil, water-color, and acrylic paintings, monoprints — exploding from each corner and surface. A prodigious amount of work, he produces artifact after artifact, and has a storage unit full of canvases. His work is calmly explosive, and at the same time, meditative and electric. somehow I run into Krishnamurti…
Memory is always in the past and is given life in the present by a challenge. Memory has no life in itself; it comes to life in the challenge. And all memory, whether dormant or active, is conditioned. — J. Krishnamurti