Clambering up the rocks of a dry wash gully, warped sandstone, by the San Juan River,

look north to stony mountains shifting clouds and sun – despair at how the human world goes down.

Consult my old advisers

“steady” they say

“today”

(At Slickhorn Gulch on the San Juan River, 1999)

My canvases vibrate with sobs. – Marc Chagall