Cloudlight
Oil on linen
54  x 37 in.

I skipped typing class in seventh grade. I looked in the open door and saw all the girls and one nerdy guy clacking away on big, black IBM Selectric typewriters. I was to cool for this. . . Besides, when would I ever use typing in my future? So I went to the end of the sidewalk, stepped off onto the sandy Florida field, invited myself to lie down and study the clouds that semester. I enrolled myself in Cloud Watching class.  I am still there.