Here I am again with star-forming nebulas and space gravel. There's a lot of crunchy stuff floating around in space, not big enough to be asteroids. It's left over from blown-up stars. It's kind of like demolition debris that might be re-used in building new stars.
In the later years of the '80s I was a fan of the Grateful Dead and went to some concerts. I never got into the smoky lifestyle or the hippie culture. But I liked the songs and the words. One song, "Built to Last," has a line: "Three Blue Stars/Rise on a hill." I have no idea what the lyrics mean, but it sounds good and here are the three blue stars, freshly formed from the remains of the Dead.
"Crosswinds," acrylic on illustration board, 7" x 10", February 1988.