I went walking through the New England woods the other day as thick as molasses and I stopped beside a large tree who's branches seemed to have ran forever! It was that moment where I had felt complete. American. I felt as American as apple pie! I was compelled to chop that poor soul down and set it free! But what I found inside was a sight to see; what lied beneath the woodcut: a deer resting, and Franz Marc calling his boyfriend collect on the telephone! As I stand there, in full view of the scene, I began thinking of all the sacred questions that have looped around my brain over and over and over..and over: How many rings does a tree need to feel truly engaged to Earth? How many rings does it take for Franz Marc's boyfriend to pick up? How does a horse see the world? And how long has this planet been cubistic?
