This is an early collage. One of those mysterious gifts. I just read somewhere, quoting a quote, that the muse doesn't offer inspiration--paraphrasing madly here--but points to the window and says, "Look at that! Look at the view!" Go walk out in it." I am butchering it. But you get the gist.

(the red strip down the middle is actually a wine stain, a splash I let slip when returning to the image, 1o years later. Ray Johnson was always trying to get the piece to keep living, over and over...)