This was Mexico. Sometimes, it seems so distant that I wonder if I was really there. But, I keep these to reinforce that belief that I lived in a place that inspired me, drove me to despair. And that I left.

It seems appropriate to try and make some order of the past. It's not "put behind me" because I got too much from it. And there are still a few things that need to be done, more paintings to finish, more photographs to order, all to try and capture an experience that was fraught.