My son, who now goes by the name of Matt Smith Chavez, is on his home stretch for a Master of Art Practice at Berkeley. He’s teaching an undergraduate course this semester, and will do another one in the summer. Graduation is only months away. Then, he’ll have to give up his funky, Bay-front art studio and figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life. Meanwhile, he just has to create.
This is another brief entry to show that I am still alive, but unable to carry coherent thought for more than a paragraph.