Last night for art night, Jan had me don a hazmat suit, walk across the street to an empty field and stand with a white hoodie over my face. I looked like the KKK. But I obliged. It was for an art project. And she was going to edit my head out anyways. I find her composition a striking meditation on the ambiguities of our environments. In the horizon, does the glow represent dawn or a just landed spaceship? What is really out there and what are we looking at?