Language. Words. As I wandered the crowded little streets around the old mercado, observing those strange indigenous people and feeling their wonderful magical spiritual aura, I realized that was the most unpleasant thing of all about where I came from; the fact that words and the intellect had somehow totally replaced the simple essential things of life. Americans, I realized, had completely lost their connection with the spirit. My people just let the TV do their thinking for them, I mused bitterly.
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2011
Art by Jonathan Shaw, 1979.