Picturing I'm standing, face forward, before the blank wall of what's next, trying to picture what lies ahead. It's easy to see what's behind me, a shiny reflection framed by now, but redundant to turn around and go back down that familiar street, bright as heaven, empty as hell. So I guess I'll stand here and wait, picturing... Eventually, I'll turn into a ghost and walk right through it.
oil, collage on mounted photo, 20" x 26"back
JAMES W JOHNSON