...no picture. Mainly because I am one of those law abiding air travelers who actually waits for the all clear to turn on their electronic devices, and by then we were over the Pine Barrens. But next time you are flying, look at the color temperature of the ground lights. It is changing from the yellow of iridescent to the blue of compact fluorescent. The next generation will never know the yellow. Their offspring will fly through solely reflected light, because by then somebody will realize that circular globes only appease the gods, and waste the energy that should be lighting your footsteps. It all changes, which makes me pause in my defense of only painting under lights. But the main point, which I should return to (to make this an acceptable art blog post), is that art is making the visual of the now. Because it will change, and every moment is fleeting. So I choose paint, and more specifically choose the longevity of oil paint, because in 2020, 3030, or 4040 will anyone know what Betamax was, let alone Blue Ray?
And by the way, find you own art flying out of your hometown airport. The landscape of your childhood might be encompassed by a window frame, the limits of your adolescence may pass by in a trip to the restroom, and your future, well, may that be ever so lightly obscured by the clouds...
- jb boyd
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