One of the thousands of things I like about being connected to the world from this lovely white screen on my desk is, well, the connection — meeting people I would never have had the opportunity to meet ten years ago.
Katherine Sandoz is one of those people. And the thing is, we haven’t really met, not in the old-fashioned sense of really meeting: I don’t know where she lives, I wouldn’t recognize her if she passed me on the street . . . I know next to nothing about her except that she’s an artist. But she learned of my existence through one of my books, wrote me, and wondered if it would be okay to paint a picture of me. I’m still not sure why. But of course I said yes (after looking at the wonderful work she does) and this is it.
Nice, isn’t it? She got me just about right, down to the hairline. I think that’s supposed to be Laura over my back, and the background reminds me of the background in the Mona Lisa, though I’ve yet to get confirmation of this. It’s something that never would have existed without a website and an email account. Thank you, Al Gore.