Exhibit | Seattle, WA | January 2020

Life tilts in new directions every time I view art. In books, on walls, across screens — art from inspired minds helps me see differently and reinterpret the world. Yeah, I know that’s what it’s supposed to do. But these days so many claims never pay off. You know: Take a pill; back still aches. Spray the carpet; stain remains. Order a sandwich; where’s the meat? Yet art — even bad art — delivers (as promised) a workout for mental muscles. That’s me huffing and puffing at almost any art exhibit.