Two weeks ago I was working on a set of mail art pieces that included bunnies. I planned to scan them eight days ago, but life got complicated, and I sped to Ohio instead. On Tuesday, my father, Douglas Cartledge, died of complications related to a stroke. He was 87 years old.
I think I'll have to get back home before I can get back to art. It's enough -- all I can do -- to eat and sleep and spend time with my mother.
And yet the beat goes on.