I like to look at art on different levels: the piece itself, what it communicates or doesn't, and what it tells me is going on in society.

Visualize a huge canvas: slopped with gobs of grey paint, some orange and red slashes, of a highway tunnel. The message is clear... technology runs rampant, with a poor fellow who is having trouble steering "on the highway of life", if you will allow me to be trite. And aren't we all having trouble. But I have to ask the question, "Is he he helping , or adding to the problem?"

I can't say that my life is improved for seeing his painting, and now have to get my dented faith back in art, as well. Still taking the scenic back roads whenever possible, as I have always done, I don't care if my highway ever takes me back to his painting, or his tunnels.

Driving along, thoughts turn to "Geurnica", "Weeping Woman", and "Lady with the Fish Hat", and I feel better.