I remember when I was a kid way back in the 60's, imagining life in 2020. The number seemed like such a futuristic sci-fi date. I wondered what life would be like. Would we live on Mars? Would we have those transporter things like on Star Trek? Would we talk to little machines and they would talk back to us? Would all our food be a colorless goo? Would I be dead??? That seemed a possibility. Maybe we would all live forever.
2020 actually feels pretty normal to me. I still feel like that kid excited about all the future possibilities. From a philosophical perspective my future still stretches out as far in front of me as it did in the sixties. (meaning it doesn't) Yet my imagination throws its rope out to forever (a nod to a dear mentor, Ken Holder) and I really think it is a lovely place. It's always fraught, death and disaster constantly lurk. But there are also flowers and art and love.
I know for sure that there are little machines that talk so that's cool. I bet we will have big nerf Robots, squishy soft things that are warm and vibrate in a pleasing way. They will carry us around, out to our self driving thing, it will be warm and soft and vibrate in a pleasing way, it will take us to other soft warm gently vibrating places....
To all the kind people that have purchased my work over the years, many, many thanks for your support. I think of all my paintings and drawings living on walls. I wonder about them. Are they still appreciated? Did any get tossed in a dumpster? Are they living their lives, happily, mutely confronting their own unique futures?
I hope all of you have a wonderful 2020, much love from the Poor Farm Studio!