Passing a farmers market on Greenwich St in Manhattan, or a bushel-basket of irradiated potatoes in Messina’s market piazza, walking past is all it takes... for ‘da food-borne virus-active right brain to register an art project of huge dimensions simply from consciousness.

(italian word nucleari for nuclear), I place the I up front, befitting lifeless potatoes.

the love carrots a vendor was throwing away, insisted from her, paying for her ‘trash’ huge in my eARTh heart, hug on a Quileute child’s drum in visual art-music.

both present art within earth music, grounded from conditions of earth-growing limitations. products of ignorance &/or malfeasance, were misunderstood for their worth.

I own the ecosocial justice distributorship of intromissions from my right brain that never stop...