'When Nothing’s Left for TV Sets in Head Rests Our Children Will Dream Again'

Thinking of the rocket-age again. A child’s wonder for jetpacks and breaking atmospheres has always resonated within me and I love how this little fellow’s eyes swell to burst with the coming stars. The clouds drift below him -- seperrating him from all the sleepy houses from which he once came.

I look at this painting and want to make twenty more just like it.