I always lose track of time when I paint — and in the desert, time/space continuums really seem to make sense. I sometimes lose track when I am doing computer art-related stuff, although since it’s mostly tweaking for accuracy, it’s really just editing, not working through aesthetic considerations.

I have been known to spend more time than it’s worth doing brochures or business cards or postcards, which are ephermera (unless stitched on).

I don’t lose time with cookies — but that’s because I’m afraid they might get snatched out of my hand.

excuse me, did I say seven?

Let me guess: the number seven is a reddish brown.

One of my students just wrote her term paper on Synesthesia. I was happy to learn why I count and spell more slowly than the average person. Supposedly, it is because, as a synesthete, in my brain letters and numbers are associated with color.

I gray scaled the logs and placed the result on this paot.

I wish cookies turned me off, as that would simplify certain dietary issues. But not to my knowledge.

For me, profligate digital capture is engendered partly by the time lag between pressing the button and getting an exposure. Every so often I can get by on one take.