Xanadoo 30X24 1995
I was invited as a guest of the Department of the Interior to return to Yosemite for a reunion pack trip of artist in residence. It was a welcome escape from my personal struggles. I ventured into the backcountry armed with a cornucopia of anti anxiety medications. Though I was obsessing about my situation, the drugs, pot, and physical exertion took me to a beautiful place. I got to this spot in Yosemite valley in the morning and did not move until the sun set. Can't say I was that present but I remember being out of my “head”. This was such a relief. I could marvel at the universe again.