Jack Balas, 2022;
IT'S ALL CONNECTED (#2232);
India ink, watercolor, gouache & acrylic on paper, 22x30
For some years now I've gotten in the habit, when I'm walking
by a tree, to reach out and rub the bark or up to some leaves
or a branch. A brief touch. Don't ask me why. I joke that it's
to keep the trees on their toes. Maybe they perk up when they
see me coming.
But I just heard yesterday my cousin Steve was in the hospital,
cancer, younger than me by years, and this morning he's gone.
It's a gorgeous day, winter in Tucson, sun, blue skies, 60's.
I am in the park. Here is a tree. I reach up toward some branch.
It's all connected. I swear it's all. Connected.
For Steve Balas
June 13, 1962-February 22, 2022