Till I Caught Myself

"This poetic sequence performs a soul searching excavation of life's formative moments and indelible memories. These extend from the shores of Phinney Bay to those of Yellow Island and the heights of Mt. Si, through the war-scarred streets of Braunschweig to the harbour of St. John's, from the first documenta in Kassel in 1955 to the Louisiana gallery north of Copenhagen in 1992, with side excursions to the New Haven and New York City of the 1960s. If this is nostalgia, it is nostalgia laced with rue."--