
The only paintings
I’ve ever purchased
are paintings painted
by my painter friend.
Aqua Convergence
wasn’t the first or the last piece
of his I bought, but it sits
most prominently
in my consciousness.
I see it every day
and almost every day
I will linger in front of it
and admire its
underwater beauty.
His crazy world and mine
seem to collide; his art,
my words and songs I’ve sung
swirl around each other
in some great and goofy dance.
Is this a fish or a submarine
or an underwater rocket?
That silly question inspired
in me a novella and a kind
of rock opera
for which an album was
recorded, this image
of the fish-sub-rocket
gracing its cover
twenty years ago now.
My best friends
in the world are people
who make art that inspires
my art, a feedback loop
that sustains me,
that gives me hope,
that fills me with gratitude
even now in the middle
of this mess, in the dark
vicissitudes of this crazy world.