I’ve always wanted a muscle car, despite the reality of skyrocketing gas prices and the fact that they’re useless in the snow. I know I can’t have a GTO, so the next best thing is to draw one. When you are in a GTO, the hum of the engine aligns the chakras, and off you go. Perhaps it’s quite telling that the GTO is adrift in a pink tree, out of my reach. Everything seems out of reach these days. I hate to be a bummer about it, but that’s the way I feel when the winter is too long.

And if you must be adrift, be adrift in nature. Admit that we put ourselves adrift with our own desires, drilling the earth and polluting the air just to feel the thrill of hitting the gas while coming around the bend. Cranes are revered by the Japanese, but in the United States, god bless the GTO. Mixed media, 18 X 24.